In a lonely set of hills there lies a vilge in a region that holds no significance to the owners of these nds. A vilge whose inhabitants will never be inscribed anywhere in the history of the world. content to live their lives without regard to the channels of history, content to live their lives in simplicity.
In this vilge their lies a stream that runs on the side of their little town, where the children of this quaint vilge would be pying. parents would be subversively watching as they continued about their day as all was well in their little part of the world.
A new father and mother py with their first child on the outside of the river, residing themselves where the edge of the water pools into the bank. The fields have been dealt with and the crops are pnted, and right now life is slow in this little vilge and the vilgers are enjoying it to the utmost degree.
Though as the children py a shadow throws itself past them, then another until the whole vilge is patterned to these shadows.with those shadows signaled the end to this peaceful vilge’s existence, within seconds men on winged beasts start diving towards the vilge.
Arrows start to fly in all directions as the vilge was sent into a panic, screams of terror and sorrow fill the air. the sound of their screams cut short haunts the air. To make any sense of this situation is impossible as some freeze in panic and others run aimlessly trying to find some type of shelter from the invaders. These raiders were impossibly ferocious for the vilgers to deal with; no attempt at self defense was even made as men and women were captured and sughtered.
The young father from before holds his wife’s hand as they run they run through the vilge, the mother holding her child tightly to her person trying to soothe the terrified child, but to no avail as it cries endlessly. They run through the vilge in effort to try and make their way to the forest on the outskirts of the vilge in hopes to escape this sudden peaceful dream turn nightmare.
Running past everyone they’ve ever known watching their bodies being filled with arrows or dismembered by disembarked raiders who are perusing the vilge in a distinctly violent way putting an end to any unlucky souls that they may find. The family clings from wall to wall making it to the outside of the vilge away from the main area of conflict.
The forest’s edge is simply a four hundred meter dash away from them. as they push towards the forest they are spotted by one of these raiders.a man dressed in light leather armor in his hands a bow,his waist would hold a quiver and though as the other raiders would mostly all find themselves with pitch bck hair this one could particurly find random patches of white hairs among his bck ones. Though they were not white hairs in the sense of aging one good look at the man and you could tell he is in te 20s at best, no the hairs were an unnatural white that were white as snow. His eyes couldn’t be seen as they were covered with goggles made from carved wood that have little slits to see through.
With a grin he takes off from the main group and starts pursuing the escaping family. The father gnces back to see the mounted raider flying towards him at incredible speed. He calls out to his partner to pick up the pace but it’s no use. as the man takes off one of his riding gloves and holds out an arm off the side of the beast as if he was trying to snatch her. As he gets closer the man quickly throws himself in front of his wife and child in an attempt to protect them.
watching as the raider gets closer and closer his arm still extended to the side of his beast he barely misses them flying only a foot above their heads. Before the man barely has a chance to process this event he is met with a wave of cold that quickly envelopes him and his wife. the cold in an instant seems to harden freezing everything over, encasing the poor escaping family in a wave of ice from which they will never see the outside world from again as they spend their st few minutes of conscious in dread.
The vilge lies in complete ruin; the raiders would be finishing off anyone they don’t consider good enough to sell into svery as others start to disembark and plunder what few valuables this vilge has. within the hour all remaining vilgers are tied up to spare winged beasts to be sold off into svery as any food or money they had is divided among the raiders; And as fast as they came they left ,though leaving the earth scared and bruised where once a little vilge stood now a random collection of grassnd with pieces of ruble lie. no longer relevant to the minds of anyone.
