Victim.

I witnessed the horror descend upon their faces as they realized what fate had in store for them.
I knew they were coming. I knew they would die. I heard their horses. I heard them cry.
I was collecting wood for the fire - and yet the flames before me seemed to be growing steadily.
Our huts - our sheep - our everything - converted into ashes in a matter of minutes.
I saw them burn - I smelled their flesh. They had no time - they had no chance.
They were my family. My sister, my brother, my father, my mother. They were my friends - and all I could do was watch.
These vandals - these men - they tore through flesh and blood like a starved pack of wolves.
I wanted to scream - I wanted to cry - but the tears wouldn't roll and the sound wouldn't come.
I knew I couldn't do it - I knew I couldn't live. My entire outlook on life was altered. I didn't want to live, I didn't want to stay.
My town - my people. They died and so would I.
Once everything became silent - once I was the only soul alive - I strode forward - with one thought in mind.
It took me but a few moments to get what I came to find.
The unfathomable pain swept through me and blinded my thoughts.
Then it ebbed - and I knew it wasn't far - I knew heaven would erase my scars.
I had to write this - I had to leave something behind.

Because no one else got the chance.