A short story using ten randomly generated words. This is a collaboration between @Dauntlessfang1rl and me. Check out her stories!!!

I stumble across the battleground. The destruction is great and I was lucky to get away with only a wound to my shoulder. 

Through the brilliant night, I can make out the figure of a man in the distance. There is a crossbow slung over his shoulder. I thought I was the only survivor, but I was wrong. I wave at him with my good arm.

As if in response, he lifts his bow from his shoulder and takes aim.

With an extravagant flourish, he fires an arrow. I try to dodge, but it hits me in the guts.

I thought he was on my side.

I scream in pain, collapsing onto this field of ash.

I see my killer walking towards me, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood.

He kneels next to me and the last thing I see is his face as the last lantern of my life snuffs out.

Ronan. My brother.