It was getting cold again Causing a strange feel in the air. A feel of pain and of trouble to come. A lone girl wrapped her self deeper into her shawl hoping to keep her self warm, but with little success. She shivered fiercely and looked at the sight below her. She feel to her knee's ,choking on a raw raged fill sob that tore from her throat. Below her, under the cliff was a smoke field valley That smelled of burning flesh . From above she could hear the scream's of horror that spilled from the dying. Reaching down beside she clutched at a sword to ease her anger. The boiling Rage was raising, greeting her teeth she took to her foot and stood. She couldn't do anything for this people and she didn't have time to waste over a battle that wasn't her's to begin with. As she turned and walked away, she saw a young small child come running up the hill towards her screaming at the top of his lungs. Something moved behind him in the Forrest, Something that wasn't human. As he come closer she got ready to draw her blade. The child couldn't have been over two and still was in his night cloths. That gave her an Idea that who ever attacked the valley people did it at dawn or late in the night. The boy was only but 5 wards from her when the creature burst from the Forrest line showing it's self. As she looked at it, it become familiar .Something she had seen in her life time before.