Immortal Tears

The world doesn't care, so why should I? A common thought that hunted its way through Mae's skull as she bent down at the remains of her shattered home. Her small village fueled a flame of conquest that she didn't understand, but for what she did know is that the world around her didn't care. She was alone and orphaned as she moved her eyes to the afternoon sky that was being suffocated like prey to a serpent. All she could hear was the trampling of horses and the screaming of men, women, and children. Her thoughts twisted like a mighty storm as her panic was masked with the arrival of a stranger in a green hood.