The Attack on Corsari

My memory of this event cannot be trusted completely, it has been damaged and pieced together through years of effort.
 
I was out in the forest with father. He wanted to teach me the language of our ancestors.
 
Bells. Screaming. Blood.
 
We charged back towards the village. Father said something about the house.
 
I am in the house. Mother is dead on the floor. I'm readying myself to hunt the killer.
 
I am struck from the shadows. Everything fades until I awake.
 
I am in the ruins of my childhood home. Trapped under the rafters. I'm under there for hours, waiting. I try to scream but my body gives out.
 
A human man enters the ruins. I summon all my energy and let out a squeak. He runs over and pulls the debris off me, he gives me a goodberry and shows me the ruins of my village.
 
Everyone is dead. Mother is buried in the ruins of the house. Father is outside, lying in the dirt.
 
My saviour tells me to hurry up, the scourge that ran through this town might decide to double back.
 
I grab father's sword. The Dumont crest on the kashira will be a good reminder that I carry my family with me. I will evoke their memories and spirits with each action I do, every word I say. I will not disappoint them.