Dramatic Scene.

I remember the smell of smoke. of burned bodies and blood.
i remember the bodies of millions of dead warriors,
who had rushed into battle without thinking, their only goal
to protect our kingdom.
i remember tears rolling down my cheeks, as i thought to myself,
"what is happening?" suddenly, my mother rushed toward me and picked me up, still running.
i tried to ask her what was going on, but she silenced me,
and tears began to fill her eyes.
she ran for miles, or so it seemed, until finally, she stopped.
she stood as still as a rock. looked left, then right,
and put me behind a bush, telling me to stay there, and be quiet.
i waited, obediently, until i heard a scream, the sound of a blade swishing through the air,
and then, blood. my mother's blood, Splattered across my face.
i looked down in horror, and sat there for a minute, in shock,
not believing what had just happened.
then i got up, and began walking back toward the kingdom,
being careful to tiptoe around my mother's body without looking.
i wanted my father. i wanted to bury my face in his shirt, and cry until
i didn't miss her anymore, but after hours of desperatly searching the castle top to bottom,
i found nothing. in despair, i curled up in a corner and cried.
someone heard me, and rushed toward my corner, picking me up and rocking me back and forth. i opened my eyes to find that it was my nanny, alana.
"wheres daddy?" i asked, tears still filling my eyes.
"i don't know." she said, still rocking me back and forth. "i don't know."

aaaand, scene!