Rosalin peeked through the brush, lying on her belly watching a boar eat in silence. Dawn was only a few hours away and she'd been at it all night. She needed this kill, or the night would be a bust. removing her bow, she carefully notched an arrow. she took aim aaaaand….<br/><br/>“Bullseye!” she shouted as the boar squealed in pain. quickly grabbing another arrow, she didn't hesitate to put it out of it’s misery. pulling a small cart she had hidden nearby, she loaded tomorrow’s meal onto it and began the trek home.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;">~~~T~I~M~E~~S~K~I~P~~~</span><br/><br/>Ryan woke up to the smell of raw meat being rolled into the house, which was close to the edge of the forest. For some reason that smell always made him hungry. Rolling off of his back, he sat up in bed and groaned. “Stupid shoulder blades!” he grumbled as he got his chain mail on and attached his leather armor. Running downstairs, he found his sister pulling the days meal across the floor.<br/><br/>“Here, let me help you with that.” he said smiling. She jumped and turned to face him. “Don’t scare me like that, Ryan! You nearly gave me a heart attack!what would you cook then, if I died? you know you can’t hunt well.” she said, smiling back. she was joking about it, so Ryan decided to play along.<br/><br/>“And you can’t cook, so what would you do if I died? remember when you burne- What was that?”<br/><br/>Both children looked outside to see a troop of Dark Elves in Imperial armor throwing fireballs in perfect sync with deadly accuracy, and they were targeting the trees around the village.<br/><br/>“What are Imperials doing surrounding the town with fire?” Rosalin asked. Ryan didn't figure it out until he saw them close the gaps between the flames. gasping, he whispered, “ they’re denying the townsfolk an escape route!”<br/><br/>his suspicions were confirmed as dark elves casting fire cloaks around human soldiers so that they could enter without being damaged began converging near the edge of the huge flame circle, trapping the Liey’n inside. Then the worst began. The soldiers began kicking down the doors followed by men, women and children screaming as death took hold of entire households in a matter of minutes.<br/><br/>Rosalin grabbed her bow. Ryan grabbed her arm and in a whispered voice said “Rose, are you nuts? Those are trained, military officers! They’d kill us if we fought back!”<br/><br/>Rosalin turned to look at her brother. Seeing that he looked like he had a plan, she sighed. “So what do we do?” she asked, fear evident in her voice. Then she noticed he was fidgeting at the question. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “and don’t say nothing. I know when you lie.”<br/><br/>“Weeeell… you know these protrusions from my back?” he asked nervously, all the while making sure they were safe from being killed by a blade of the army outside.<br/><br/>“You mean your deformity? how will that do<span style="text-decoration: underline">anything</span>to help?” She asked putting her hands on her hips. Ryan gulped and began removing his armor and chain mail, then proceeded to take off his shirt.<br/><br/>“Ryan, What in the name of Lei’gwyn are you doing? this isn’t the time to be showing me muscl- are those… scales?”<br/><br/>Ryan nodded and grabbed her around the waist. Immediately assuming the worst, she screamed.<br/><br/>“I’m your sister! let go of me you pervert!” to which he responded with “Hang on! Draconai Floroscin Aiwer!” and with that, wings sprouted from his back and he pushed off, taking them both through the roof of the house. As he did so, he shouted out in anguish for his family members and fellow villagers he was unable to save.<br/>________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Losengrad smiled. The small village was now being burnt to the ground. He unclipped his broadsword and set it on fire, walking through the flames without hesitation, or a fire cloak, the intense heat radiating off of his metal armor. “Might as well join in the fun!” he said smiling like he had just been given a birthday present and seeming cruel at the same time. He turned to kick down a nearby door, but stopped when he heard a shout seeming to fill the village. “What in blazes? was that one of ours? note to self, remind these lily-livered morons that they are here to serve Lord Sagaan, not to Scream in pain like schoolgirls.” Then the thought occurred to him that it could have been the screaming of a victim. “I suppose I can’t find out from a dead kid if he screamed or not… Oh well!” and with that he began cutting through what was left of the villagers.<br/>___________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Ryan had been flying for… well he had lost track of how long, because of two things. one: He was not good at anything time related. he just knew when to sleep and when to be awake because of the sun. Two: His sister hadn't stopped asking how the F***ing Hell he got wings in the first place, and when he answered that, she just asked him to teach her the spell.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Is she really this naive?~</span>he thought while they flew.<span style="font-style: italic">how can she not see that I am not really related to her? Oh well… probably for the best.</span><br/><br/>He began feeling tired suddenly and realized he had reached his limit on the spell he used. landing, he let go of his sister, and looked around. realizing something, he cursed “Ger’vat!” (there is no point in translating this word as it would have to be censored, and I would get arrested for it’s meaning.) “I left my shirt, chain mail and armor at the village!” he frowned. The two travelers then noticed that they were not alone. They both got into Fiht’fri defensive poses, and stood back to back. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” Rosalin shouted.