Cinders of Truth

Ah, what an exhausting day of dagger sparring and archery training. Time to go home. I can already picture myself taking a relaxing bath in the pond. I was expecting to arrive at my usual, peaceful village, but I saw the adverse. I used to deny the existence of the supernatural and demons, this day came to alter my beliefs. The village is littered with weapons and bodies. Blazing flames and smoke covered the ambiance of what was once a serene place, which has now become the stage of a ruthless battle. The air, which would normally carry sounds of birds, rivers, and wildlife, is now heavy with magic and battle cries. Hell has descended upon this area. An army of rebels and mages fight each other, and I have naught a clue about their agendas. A feminine voice started calling my name, faintly, yet I cannot locate its source.