The bitter taste of anger filled my mouth when I beheld the bodies of my distant relatives, they had been stabbed severally with poisoned silver swords,shot at with silver headed arrows. The places where the silver had touched had turned a funny looking ashy grey. My mother was sobbing over the bodies of the women and their children. They too had large red wounds on their bodies. This was the most gruesome death I had ever seen.

　　The burial procession moved from the Pack ...