I walked out the front door in slight confusion. What were all the loud noises? And the bright lights? I rubbed my eyes trying to get them to focus on what was going on around me. After getting rudely woken up in the middle of the night by booms that were loud enough to be marine cannons I was not the happiest camper. I walked away from my cabin in the forest headed towards the village surrounded by red and orange. Red and orange. Almost reminds me of fire. Wait, FIRE! The village is on fire! I've got to do something.

Now more awake from my startling realization, I ran down the path only to be stopped by someone grabbing me from behind and putting a hand over my mouth. I shrieked and struggled to escape from their tight grip. A voice whispered in my ear," What's a pretty girl like yourself doing out here this late at night?" He's drunk, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I've got to get away and go help the village! I struggled more violently until I was finally able to get myself out of his grasp. I spun to face him, but was met with a shaky hand holding a knife to my throat.

"Now that wasn't nice. Gonna have to kill you now instead of later I guess," the man slurred, and lunged at me. I darted to the left as his knife grazed the side of my throat. I reached a hand to my side to draw my sword. No! I didn't grab my sword! I would've grabbed it had I known the village was under attack! I've got to lure the guy to my cabin so I can grab my sword!

With that thought in mind I turned and high tailed it back the way I had come. What I didn't expect was for the stranger to not follow me. I would've thought he'd follow since he said he'd kill me. Oh well, his loss is my gain. I kept running back to my little cabin in the woods. I needed my weapon if I was gonna be of any use to anyone. Finally I reached my "shack" and shoved open the front door, only to be met with a pair of thieves going through my stuff. I groaned as one of them noticed me and pulled out a gun. I sighed. This is going to be a long night. He fired a shot as I dived towards my bed on the other side of the room. I grabbed my sword and swung it, in its sheath, at the guy's head. I heard a crack as the guy landed on the floor, down for the count. His buddy unsheathed his sword and held it in front of him, prepared to attack or defend. I slid my sword out of its sheath and held it in the same position as my opponent's. I yelled,"Who are you?"

"I am the first mate of the Poison Point Pirates!" the man yelled. Pirates? I thought the mayor said we where under protection from the government! How could pirates get to us? Unless...the mayor was lying! But, why would he do that?

Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, the first mate swung his sword at my throat. I raised my sword to block, and our swords met with a clang.

"Why are you here?" I growled, pressing my sword hard against his. We used all our might trying to disarm the other. Eventually my fatigue from lack of sleep caught up with me. He pushed me back and aimed a kick at my head. I ducked as he spun around and tried to gain his balance. I lunged at him as he turned to face me again. In a split second he raised his sword and another clang reverberated through the air. I spoke,"Let's try this again. Why, are you here?"

"Persistent little girl aren't you? Alright I'll tell you. We're here because our captain, Dudley, I believe you know him as mayor, has been planning this raid for years. And now we're carrying out our PLANS," he shoved me hard, and I tripped over the unconscious body of his crew-mate. I whacked my head on the guy's pistol. I looked at the first mate trough blurry vision, like when you don't wear glasses when you're supposed to. He raised his sword from its previous position at my throat and clicked a button on the hilt of the sword. A purple liquid started seeping from the hilt and trailed down the sword.

"Now die!" he yelled and slashed down as I rolled to my right, trying to dodge the blow.

It didn't work.

I let out a loud scream as I felt the sword cut me on my back from my left shoulder blade to my right hip. Added to the feeling of getting a cut was a stinging, burning sensation. The feeling grew worse, and worse, and worse. Like liquid fire being poured into my veins. I shakily turned my head to look at the man who so brutally attacked me. But, he was gone.

God, this hurts so much... I can't believe this guy. Pirates are all the same! All they care about is money and power and, and slaughtering people! I bet what he said was true. Our mayor is a pirate. All they wanted was the town's wealth! Everyone I know and love will be killed. I'll never get to see them again. I started crying. I've got to get to the town and save them. I won't let them die!

I forced my arms under me and pushed with all my might. Moving irritated my cut and I screamed at the pain standing up caused. Once I was on my feet I raised a trembling hand to wipe the tears.

I wall-walked to the door and opened it, stepping outside on the dirt path. I bent down to where my sword was laying at my feet and picked it up. How'd it get all the way over here? I guess the guy kicked it or something. With it in my hand, I continued down the path. I could feel myself getting light headed from the blood loss, but I forced myself to keep walking. By the time I reached the outskirts of town I could barely stand, forget walking or fighting. I could distinctly feel the blood oozing from my wound. It trailed all the way down my legs and pooled at my feet.

I kept stumbling my way closer to the town square. All the while stepping over the bodies of the villagers I've grown so fond of, flames surrounding us. I stepped into the square to see a lackey of Dudley's stab a knife through my little baby sister. I stood still, not moving, not breathing, as the man threw her onto a pile of more bodies. Some of whom I recognized as my parents and close friends. The man noticed me and lunged in my direction, I slashed his throat with my sword, screaming. My grief consumed me, and I fell to the ground as my world went black.