I stood among the many different elements now bombarding my senses. The taste of the rain, and the feeling I got as it splattered against my body. The smell of the smoke as I watched block my vision. The sound of rain turning into steam as it splashed down into the bright fire. The smooth, wet feeling of the of the mud underneath my bare feet. The dark red sight of the puddle of blood now pooling around the thugs head. The smell of my burned flesh.

     I don't remember what happened, all I could manage was understanding that I pulled myself off the the flames and picked up the rock. The rock that was now covered in blood, as well as my hands and arms, and my chest, and the whole back of the man. Again I was scared because I couldn't understand, and then I was scared because I couldn't find Kaya. I began looking around the immediate area to no avail, but then noticed movement a little ways into the field. As I approached I could make out Kaya, hunched over, releasing a stream of vomit. As I got to her she fell over scared, she didn't look hurt, just scared.

     She sat on the ground staring at me for a few moments. We then started to hear the screams of villagers that were left after being relived of our problem of the bandit attacking us. Kaya got back up and grabbed my painted hand as I dropped the rock. As we headed through the field towards the river I heard her muttering to herself.

"Please, please please please...."

     At the time I thought she just wanted to make it across the river without encountering anyone else. Now I believe that she didnt want to see the beast again. We made it out of the fields away from the light of the fire, as we could make out the bridge and guard tower at the bridge. We could see the guards beckoning us forward. When Kaya told them what had happened they stuck us on a cart headed for the capitol. Apparently they decided it was too risky to go back for other survivors. Kaya sat in the open topped cart curled up with a blanket, she wasnt sleeping, but just rocked back in for in shock. While she sat there crying, I turned around to take one last look at what had been our home.

     The flames I watched are what lead us to our new life.