The sole survivor

Aaron wakes up in the middle of the forest as he was thrown by the explosion that hit him. He looks to the side and stares at his body, not knowing how he survived the attack by the sailors. Aaron gets up, bewildered by the situation, but feels a pain in his leg, his leg was burned, a second degree burn on his body, he had never felt such pain. He screamed and cried with this pain, but even so, he decided to go to where his hut was.

When he arrived at his old dwelling, he stood on his knees in front of his house… he looked deeply at those ashes that remained on the ground and hit the ground with an anger he could not explain. That house had been his home since he was little, the home where he grew up after his mother died, the only place where he had happy memories with anyone. He got up and walked carefully among the ashes and went straight to his secret place, where he hid his father's bow. He took out the rest of the straw and the rest of the burnt wood that was there, and finding the bow, held it in his hand firmly and began to cry again.

Furthermore, he clenched his hands, and stood up, putting that old black bow on his back. And he looked around him, when he saw His city. The city buildings were collapsing in flames, burning bodies everywhere, the sailors landing on the ground, and armies of guard mages marching into the city. All wearing that black, somber cloak, but in the midst of that destruction, they seemed to glow, the cloaks had a protection of fire magic reflecting any heat.

Although he survived the attack, Aaron was deeply affected by the losses he witnessed and the trauma of the voices. But in the midst of that moment where he was frozen looking around him, guard mages appeared around him and without saying anything, they started shooting fire magic in his direction.