Just a short little slice of a world I’m sure we’re all familiar with.
How many of us ever stop to consider the other side of the story?
Those souls on the receiving end of our blades/spells/arrows/ect. . .

He knew this was a bad idea. Staring down these two-eyed, two-legged freaks, all he could think of was how big a mistake this entire ordeal had been. His friends already lay on the ground, pools of their blood now beginning to stain the grass beneath them. Under the setting sun, this had seemed like such a good idea. How did it all go so wrong? He gathered what courage he had, he couldn’t let their deaths be in vain after all, and charged the leader of the abominations. His body burst into the bright red-orange flames his tribe was known for. He wouldn’t let these outlanders go without taking one of them with him.