The young lady Kiriah lay on the ground, about ten feet away from the other captives. The soldiers kept her away from the others, they didn't need a riot on their hands. The youth<span style="font-style: italic">seemed</span>well tempered, but those who had witnessed her a few hours earlier would know otherwise. There was only so much a girl could take when she loses her father to soldiers.<br/><br/>Her family, consisting of only Kiriah and her father, were a hardy, stubborn group. People in the village knew that it was a bad idea to get on their bad side; however, they were still kind to others. It just wasn't wise to give sexist remarks towards the young woman, that's all. She was fully capable of beating the other guys at fishing, wrestling, running, hunting, anything she could get into. That was likely the reason why she hadn't gotten married yet, though usually a 19 year old girl should be married at that time.<br/><br/>Her father was only trying to protect her and their farm. It took only one stab between the ribs to take him down. Kiriah could remember it so well, her blood-stained fists balled up whenever she though about it, even dreaming about it. She could still hear the sound of wind rushing past her face as she leapt from her hiding spot and tackled the killer to the ground. She could still feel skin tearing under her nails as she clawed the man's face, and how her nails caught and tore on his chain mail, making them bleed. Most of the blood on her hands, however, was that of the soldier.<br/><br/>The other captured villagers now looked at her with newfound respect, and wariness. They had never seen something so animalistic come out of the young, sweet girl they knew. She lay on her side, goosebumps prickling her skin. It was freezing out but none of the soldiers wanted to get near her on account of her lunging at whoever came near her for the first hour. She was also the only one chained, shackles on her wrists chained together and connected by another longer chain to a metal rod stuck fast in the ground. She rested, looking so calm, so peaceful, it would deceive anyone.<br/><br/>The sound of boot steps made her open one, hazel eye. She lifted her head slightly, the look on her face was that like a child that was just woken from his nap. Her large eyes blinked slowly, her fawn colored hair shifted, she let out a yawn. However, in an instant, her face hardened, her eyes narrowed at the man, body tensing up. She scowled, "What do you want from me? What more could you possibly want from me?"