My village burned and I could do nothing. as luck would have it I did not wake to the war cry, as the army approached from the other side. I woke when I sensed something was wrong, the forest had changed, so I grabbed my bow. the last time I had felt this was when a bear was trying to attack my cottage. As I rushed out of my house, I found my village on fire.

I raced down to the village, I may hate them but they were all I knew and I wanted to keep them. I reached the edge of the village and started in. I kept to the shadows fearing what may be around each corner. Finding a fallen sword, I flung my bow over my shoulder and chose close combat. As I approached the market at the front of the village. I stabbed a man through the neck as he had his back to me.

Peering around a corner I watched my grandfather lose his head, tears streamed down my face as I stood in shock standing in the shadows near the circle. I could not tear my eyes away as I watched what they did to my mother. I watched knowing that if I tried to do anything I too would be either killed or captured, but at the same time feeling the need to do something. I watched them place chains on my Twin sister, Tina. She didn’t struggle, but at the same time she didn't show an ounce of defeat. She was always the brave one, I was the cowered who couldn't let go of a stupid dream.

As the soldiers were gathering the girls, one decided to try and get an essay treatment and tell the soldiers about me, only to find herself knocked out by my sister. I was free from these men and but my sister was not. The last thing I saw was a building collapsing on top of me, and the world turned pitch black.