Eira looked at her home now hidden by the black smoke erupting from her home. She turned away a stray tear falling from her face. She walked toward the direction of the small group. She held her head down tears falling from her face. Even though no one in the village treated her well, it made her heart well with sadness for the young children killed. Her clothes had smoke and blood over it from the kills she made while trying to escape the village.<br/><br/>She froze when she heard voices. "care to join me for a hunt" She head a young woman voice say. She couldn't understand the answer from a gruff sounding man. She jumped in a tree trying not to make a sound. Her years of living with people who tormented her made her weary of strangers. She watched the small group hidden within the tree. She looked back for a minute back at the smoke flying into the sky were her home and many children burned and perished.