Agata looked back to her home, a place she may never see again, and the village that protected her, burnt to the ground. An entire community and its memories reduced to ash. She thought about how long it took to build their house; how tedious it was to tend to the cows and the horses; how she wished her days would quicken. Now she felt stupid for such childish aspirations. She only wished time would stagnate so she could be a child forever, but she knew when her parents were murdered that this was not an option anymore.