The world around me pulsed in my ears. Sounding in an echo that beat against my my sense. It didn't matter what the roars were for, or why we we marched. Nothing mattered. Not anymore. Whispers from my parents in the back of my head told me to push forward, to<span style="font-style: italic">survive</span>, but all I felt was a vast hole where my heart used to be. Still, the memory of them had me lifting my head and turning to hear was was being said. A sinking feeling in my gut.<br/><br/>We were meant to kill their babies. We were meant to die. I couldn't help the tear of dismay that slipped down my cheek, nor could I raise my voice and arm in celebration. Who celebrates their own funeral march? We would die in a pyre of fury, and justice. Not for our own people, but for the dragons. We would take the lives of those innocent of this war, and seperate families. Thoughts that if they had been spoken outloud would have me drawn and quartered, at worst, and placed into a suicide squad at best. A squad I was already in it appeared.<br/><br/>I remained silent. Who would speak out against those whom were forced to march with them on their own journey to death's domain? My words mattered not at all. My head turned to look around and take in the few faces and names I had actually bothered to memorize. Why I had done so... I wasn't sure. Perhaps it was a reflection of similar pain, but everyone on this march had some kind of shadow haunting the light reflected in their eyes.<br/><br/>I mouthed their names, as if I were whispering a silent prayer, as I observed each. Trent, Maggie and Ardessi, Harrison, Syed, Centienne, and... Jorran. My eyes lingered upon his features the longest, the faint stirrings of some kine of emotion I didn't want to investigate blooming at a frightening way. My heart quickened, and I quickly turned my eyes away, facing forward. Always facing forward. The call to march came and as one, even awkwardly, we did. We stepped forward into the thick forests and began our journey to death's door. Perhaps, if I was lucky, I would not see my Parents there waiting for me on the other side.