Fire; Blazing upon the trees. 
Leaves; Burning to nothing more than ashes.
Wind; Billowing, throwing the fire - deadlocking the children in where she thought safe.
Smoke; Clouding senses, distorting images. Who was friend? Who was foe?
Arrows; Wisping past diluted sensory organs.
Screams; The children and civilians screaming for help, for someone. But there was not a way past the ring of blazing flames that grew encompassing all. 
Burning; Her skin singeing as the flames caught onto her garb and hair - blackening her leather and causing her to recoil, backing from the flames that roared.
Shrieking; Loud, un-elven, the shrieks of kin burning alive. 
Sophication; Silence.

_{Breathing heavy, damp with sweat, Sorrow-panged iris’s registered the minstrel who was singing before falling back shut, unwilling to accept that this dream - this nightmare, had been a reality.}