Literature
The Assassin's Isabelle pt 2
The sun was nearly gone, orange rays spilling over them, as if it wanted to show her, but then wanted to protect her from the gruesome scene. HEr young, innocent mind could barely comprehend what lay before her, but her legs gave out, and she fell to her knees, eyes filled with tears.
They at least lay face down, so the majority of the wounds were hidden, but gashes lined their backs and sides, dried blood staining their clothes, and poolign around their bodies. It looked as if her father had tried to protect her mother, for even in death he had her in his protective, loving embrace. Momma's water pot lay in ruins by the river, the signs of