Kinngar stands motionless and his mind goes almost completely blank as the man in the doorway raises his sword and begins to step through the doorway.  Like a fox caught in a hunters trap he sees his end near and fails to see why.  Why would they attack and kill a poor farmer, wife and innocent nephew.  The world is a cruel place and the evil seeps darker and covers more everyday.  His uncle was a fool to say otherwise.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, I won’t go so easily whoever you are coming to slaughter an old man and woman, I am a warrior so come try if you can.”</strong>He knows his threat is a hollow straw man, but he hopes his assailant doesn’t think so.  As he begins to raise his uncle’s sword the man begins to lunge at him and time seems to stand still for that instance as he goes over everything he practiced hoping beyond hope that he can pull this off.<br/><br/>But as the man lunges at him another sword runs through him and slice him upwards while he falls to the floor.  And behind him stands a young woman not much older than he is.  Clad in leather armor and the moves of a trained warrior looking back at him.  She shouts something about archers and getting dressed, but he doesn’t catch it all.  Is she here to help him, or slay him herself, he doesn’t know.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>He raises his sword and points it at her as she barks her commands.<strong>"I don’t know who you are or what is happening, but I demand some answers before I ….” </strong>As he is looking into her eyes he recognizes her, it the maid down at the in the village, it’s Jira?<strong>“Jira, is that you, what is happening, why do these men want to kill us and what are you doing here, you are a, a bar maid?”</strong>He drops his sword as he now knows who it is and the questions start pouring through his mind like leaves blowing on a fall day.<br/>