My steps were silent. My family remained asleep.
The axe was heavy in my hand. A forgotten momento from our past. Still sharp after so many years.
I could see the red light from the fire as I made my way down the hall. This was the part where it could all go wrong. Where my plan could fall to ruin.
A careful look showed an empty room. But I still had to remain cautious.
My hand was on the latch of the door. Deep breath, then freedom.
I left my family and their peaceful ways.
My path would be war.