Flames licked at the fleeing villagers as it consumed the thatched huts once owned by the dying farmers. blood covered the unpaved streets as the smell of burning bodies hung in the air. A group of the kings best men held off the sheriff’s soldiers but they were falling fast as a young woman burst from a hut carrying a bundle wrapped in a blanket. her dress was covered with soot and her hair was wild but she held that bundle close to her chest keeping it from danger. Suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind and she started to scream until she recognized the insignia on the man’s ring. It was her father standing there holding her. “daughter retreat into the dark forest with the others,” he ordered.
