[Muse]

The next afternoon after the night of the slaughter of his family..

Tyrael was silent, but he couldn't help but grunt. The legionnaires stared at him as he spent hours, the majority of the remaining time of that horrific, tragic night to drag his parents and Tayven out a few hundred yards away from Moszabbar's western gate. He had bags under his eyes, straining his muscles to carry his heavy, full-plated brother.

He then fell down, staring forward as his parents bodies were a few hundred feet away at the spot he picked. He panted, curling his fingers into the hot, warm sand as the sun beated down on him.

The legionnaires of Thazalhar whispered and then eventually shouted as he grabbed his brother by the ankles and turned his back to his spot and began to drag him through the sand with all of his might.

"Hey kid, whataya doin'?!" A shout echoed from one of the three legionnaires that had gathered and stared at him.

Tyrael only stopped and slowly brought his head up to stare at the trio of men. He stared coldly, bags under his eyes as his toiled and exhausted body worked and pushed itself to see his family off in a proper way.

Finally, he had gotten his parents together and his brother, lining them up together and bringing their hands together. Tyrael then fell to his knees into the sand, putting his forehead in the sand as he leaned in and began to sob uncontrollably. He balled out of control, screaming out in rage as he stared up at the sky. He didn't know what to do.

All he could do was scream and hope that a god, a goddess, some deity would answer him. His tears fell to the sand as they barely made a mark in the dry, hot substance, steam picking up from the tear drops falling in the sand.

So he sat there, and screamed. Until he couldn't scream anymore.