"Wait."
The two men, who had loomed over me with red stained weapon, turned sharply to see a third figure enter the room. Stepping over the corpses of my loved ones, this dark elf had jet black hair and dark blue skin. The air he brought in was one I never felt before, but would feel for the rest of my time here. He clasped his hands behind his back, entering with inquisitive eyes. "Look into her eyes."
Confusion crossed me as the two men turned to me. One scoffed, raising his axe. "So what!"
"Wait," the human spoke, pointing at me. "Her eyes are like ice."
Ice? What did they mean? I sat there, trembling with tears falling like never before or ever again. What did they mean? DId I care anymore?
The third man entered. The two others parted as he walked straight up to me.
Fear took over. I scrambled to my feet, trying to race back only to fall over again. Tears raged like a river as I cried out. "Go-o 'way!"
The man instead bent down, looking upon me with a calm, delighted face. He... he smiled...
"You poor thing." He spoke. I vibrated as he reached out. To my stunned surprise, he held my cheek with the gentle nurturing of my family. "You had to grow up in the presence of traitors. I will save you."
"Sir?" One of the men from the background gasped,
The elf ignored him, gazing into my eyes with a strange, hypnotic gaze I could not escape, or wanted to. His words swirled in my young mind, causing confusion and peace at the same time. I was... calm... I had just seen my family brutally murdered, but I was calm. Why...
The man placed a second hand on my shoulder. "You see, child, this family is headed by a man, Daisuke Toivonion. He betrayed me and the country of Alerar. He had to be removed."
Removed? The word echoed in my mind as the man lifted his hand from my cheek, taking my back and pulling me closer.
"I never intended for a child to see it. I apologize. Please..."
My eyes widened as tears disappeared from my eyes.
"... Follow me, little one. I will show you the meaning of everything."
To this day, I have little knowledge of what happened then. He had obviously used a form of magic to soothe me. The events that should of been traumatizing should of crippled me. Instead, they faded as old memories from a life I did not have anymore. Strangely, I feel the sting of their deaths, but not the crippling fear that would follow. To this day, I look back to see the comfort of those orange eyes soothing me, brainwashing me on the spot. That was the day I became his tool... that was the day I died.