That One Horrible Day

I still see and hear that day every single time I close my eyes. It was morning on Zanriscus 12. I was out foraging it was still cool in the morning. You could still smell the dampness of the night's rain. I had just found a nice thicket of berries when a boom shattered the morning calm. It didn't startle me too much since they were a common enough occurrence. What came after however was not. Their screams are ingrained in my memory forever. When I heard them, I rushed as fast as I could back to my families nest. All I saw when I arrived was broken remains. The remains of my mother, father, and soon to be siblings eggshells. I flew into a rage. I saw my father's prized dagger and grabbed it. Then i flew with abandon in the direction the shot had come from. When I saw the men and the cannon, I attacked without thought or care for my safety. When the adrenaline and rage subsided I found myself surrounded by bodies and covered in blood. Heartbroken and filled with anguish I slowly made my way back to my parliament. I went to pick through the remains of what was my nest. After a few hours I noticed that the Elder was there. I went to cry on his shoulder when he held me at arms length and told me that I had broken away from the teachings Igyn. I tried to reason with him but he would have none of it. He told that I had to go out and to make myself right in the eye's of Igyn and that when I had done that there would be a place for me back here. This shattered what was left of my heart. He gave me a set of six throwing knives and some food for the journey. I grabbed what little I had found in the house, a painting of me and my parents, my mother's locket, and my father's two special daggers. I went east towards Reapers Cove not wanting to go toward the god forsaken place in the west.