This is my first short story on here so I hope you like it! Please submit reviews so I know what you like and don't like, since there's always a way to improve it.

Village Of The Victims

She stepped into the village full of shock. Her pain was unbearable; all around lay her comrades and fellow villagers. She had known them all her life never expecting once what lay before her. Their bodies looked as if some giant just threw them away carelessly mangled. Like some broken old toy. She wondered desperately why anyone would do such a crime, no matter what had conspired earlier. She then fell on her own scarred knees and sobbed her heart out. That was something she hadn't done since she was 7 when her puppy died. She felt weak for crying but she felt the unmistakable urge to do so. It was something she needed to do, to wash away her pain and frustration. It had piled up overlapping one trouble with another for so many years that seemed like a thousand fold. She then got up slowly and looked around. Her tear-filled eyes closed in a desire to go into a deep sleep, the kind you never wake up from. Everything was dim, even that unbearable throbbing pain in her arm and leg from the battle of a thousand souls. A young man walked out of the shadows in front of her with a sword gleaming in his callused hands. Her own blood trickled all around her. He spoke some words and rushed toward her with malice. She stepped out of the way and brought her own sword to bear. She blocked a few attacks but she was losing strength fast and didn't know how much longer she could last. Her wounds were bleeding anew so she blocked a few more attacks with all the strength she could muster. But then her legs failed her and she fell on the ground. These were her last moments she knew but she refused to give up. But then the sword crushed the bones in her body and blood sputtered out. The life that was left inside her floated off into the unending line of lost souls.