Tarrow winces a little in his sleep. This nightmare again? He'd had in tons of times before but... why couldn't he just forget? It was his fault, he knew that, but why did his mind have to torment him like this? Every night... almost every night, he had to see it all happen again.
Him and his wife. A happy couple. Tarrow's wife, Silvia, once a pretty woman with long, silvery hair and a lovely personality, with those sweet blue eyes that Tarrow could always be warmed by when he was down. Back then, he often smiled with her; they were made for eachother. Sooner or later, Silvia was pregnant with a perfectly healthy baby. Tarrow couldn't contain his excitement at the time... and then it... then...
They had been travelling to a shrine. Apparently part of ancient tradition to get your child 'blessed' by the Gods. Tarrow had insisted him and Silvia take a shortcut through the swamps... obviously, Silvia wasn't too happy about that, but the time to get through was much faster, and away from the bandit-filled roads. Although Silvia had warned Tarrow of the evil that lurked within the swamp, she went along with it anyway.
Whilst walking through the long reeds and thick mud of the swamp - at a slow pace, because Silvia often had to rest due to the pregnancy - something awful had happened. She was right... Tarrow knew he should never have insisted this route... and before he could even react to draw his sword, he could do little but watch. Bandits. But not ordinary bandits, in fact, they weren't even bandits. Pure psychos and sadists, who live to see the pain of others. They came in whilst Silvia and he was resting; swooped in and grabbed Silvia by the hair, not noticing where Tarrow was. Coming back from a brief scout around the area, Tarrow could do little but watch in horror as the psychos, screaming with laughter...
Tarrow wakes up, sweating and breathing heavily as he jolts upright.
"NO!"
((Why the negative rating...?))