The houses of the village are burning. The women that survived are kept togheter, tied up. The goods found in the village, are piled up close to them. The women are crying and sobbing, witching their home burn. The leader of the marauders is galloping on his horse around his prize. He is pleased. The marauder has long hair, full beard, black eyes and bat-like wings. 

The shadows aproaches him. Only one of them found something worth. The little girl. The leader noticed that. 

- Hah! One brat is still alive? Put it to the pile! firmly yelled the leader. 

In a calm and cold manner, the shadow that still holds the emotionless girl, replies:

- This one, belongs to us. 

- Belongs?! You were hired to kill the men, what we see worth, belongs to US! 

- Seems then, your men did not find this one as worth, as it was ignored while her mother was murdered. 

The marauder holds his horse. He is surprised, his pleased face changed, he feels insulted. 

- My men? My men never leave a house unpillaged, you dare question them?! 

The shadow is not replying, he seems to not care for what the leader's opinion is of his men. Another shadow says:

- The payment... 

- The payment?! The leader starts laughing loudly, his men are laughing with him. He continues: Well, I guess, if you want to keep this cute brat, I will have to cut some, from your reward. 

Marauders continue to laugh. 

The shadows are taking a battle ready stance. The marauders went silent, they know how good are the people they hired. They are afraid to move, but keep their hands close to the sheath of their swords. 

The leader sees it all. He understands his position. He does not want to lose any of his men, after all, that is the reason he hired the shadows in the first place. 

- Very well. 

The leader makes a sign to his men. A sack of gold is presented to the shadows. One of them touches it, making it dissapear. 

- If you will needour service again, you know how to contact us. 

One by one, the shadows disappear. Including the one who is holding the hand of the little girl,both of them disappear.

- So that is it then, said the leader, relieved that those guys left. 

The girl opens her eyes. She sees herself on a back of a black horse. The person that took her, is riding it. She closed her eyes. 

The girl wakes up in a large cave. She is covered by a warm blanket, she slept on a few pillows. A bonfire is close to her, emanating warmth. A person approaches her, offering a bowl of soup. She takes it. 

- You must be hungry, the person said. 

She is not replying. She checks the man, he is not a shadow anymore, but it should be the same person. Black short hair, black eyes. Nothing particular about his facial features. He has no wings, which seems very strange for her. He is dressed in old black clothes. Has a black poncho on him. 

The girls tarts sipping the soup. 

- Let me take a closer look at you, the man said. 

Light brown hair. She has lizard-like pupils, spiky ears, two little horns grows from her forehead. Also she has a pair of little bat-like wings. She wears a skirt, slaps, and a t-shirt that is alittle too big for her. 

- What is your name, the man asks, I am Gant. 

The girl stops sipping the soup, and whispers:

- Elize. 

Saying it, maked her face comtract, tears are falling from her eyes, short after, she starts crying outloud, as like she just realized the horror she went through. 

- Looks like, you will need more training then I thought.