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This is a continuation of the last post about the team of necromancer’s in the inquisition after returning from their first mission. I’m going to try this entry in third person instead of first person.

Liza had been eight. Her and her sisters had slipped under the shed at the back of this yard, slingshots at the ready. Sarh had following them as she always did. This was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. Midsummer’s celebration was always a target rich environment. Everyone was there. Liza had just struck the first blow. Dad, back of the neck. Perfect shot. He turned, confused for a moment, eyebrow lifted.

Then he spotted us like a hungry wolf sighting its prey. Before he could act, there was a scream. Aunt Illa fell. After that everything exploded – screaming, shooting, blood, death.

Dad motioned for us to stay. What took minutes seemed to take hours. Some of her cousins, not much older than her, tried to defend their dying parents and their siblings, but they had been mowed down. They were no match. Her own brother, Kell, 12 threw himself over a pram, trying to save their younger brother. Kell had been struck down with little effort and the infant with him.

Men in long robes of the brightest blue, the royal order, walked among the bodies, killing any who managed to survive. Even the infants and toddlers. None were spared, only those few who like Liza and her sisters managed to hide.

Their leader looked straight at Liza. Before he turned and left.

“I see.” The inquisitor, Timble closed the book.

Did his face seem to soften? Perhaps.

The inquisitor to Timble’s left Baerik leaned forward. His features were sharp, hawk like. “Perhaps they were targeted?”

“Because they had no elders?” Timble asked.

“Or perhaps they have no elders because they were going to be targeted.”

“That was ten years ago.”

“Who’s to say someone hasn’t been waiting for this moment?”

“Why would destroy an entire family?”

“No one was ever charged.”

“It’s farfetched but I suppose possible.”

Baerik turned to Liza. “Did you notice anything different about that day? Something unusual? The feeling of being watched perhaps?”

“I wish I could say there was, but there wasn’t.” Liza ran a hand over her forehead. “It was just like any other morning.”

“Take us through it then.”