It's chaos. Screams come from across the room and you look up to see the steely tip of a sword coming out of a man's back. He drops to the ground, a red pool growing wide around him as he makes the sounds of a man drowning (you had seen it happen twice, so you know). His lungs are collapsing, you think as you make a short prayer to your god. You tell him that what is dead may never die, but it doesn't stop your knees from going weak nor your stomach from turning sour. Another man - Henlan, a household guard, you realize from his orange hair - falls to the floor, left arm gone at the elbow, his throat more gash than anything else. The blood comes out from the severed arms in spurts.
It is only a matter of seconds before your mother grabs you by your collar, her grip iron, and throws you behind her. You tumble into the bed, cracking your head on a post. Stars burst in your eyes. Two more men die in front of you both before the intruders look to her. You think - no, you know - you are going to die. You watch blood drip, drip, drip from the shining sword of the tall man to your left, then pull your eyes up to meet his. You see nothing in them and look away quickly, dragging your mother's thin, gray skirts to your face. It is a weak thing to do, you know, but you are scared.
The room - your room! - is suddenly full of smells and sounds that overwhelm you. Your stomach turns again. You smell shit and blood; you hear the dead men cursing. You start to cry as your mother, though never touched by the men closing in on her, is told that your father has already been captured. She collapses to the floor, her face in her hands. The strength she'd had moments ago dissolves. You hear a wave crash into the rocks below. Deciding to give your god a second chance, you say your prayer a second time, but aloud.
The man with the empty eyes gives you a smile that scares you even more than before. You feel a warmth spread down your leg and realize you've pissed yourself.