Erik Of Arsgard

The room I grow loving became a nightmare to me as I lay down on my bed. I was unable to sleep as I watch with terror on my face.
The floor of my room was totally flooded with blood that streamed down from the big dressing mirror that stand opposite my bed, the cries of mothers and children couldn't allow me to concentrate on what was happening.
The lifeless bodies of soldiers were all over the street, some where brutally killed and disfigured beyond recognitions.
Some have their head ripped off from their main bodies while some were thorn to shreds.