The Beginning

The raiders looked on at the tiny village. Hillmen with furs covering them and giant machines, armed to the teeth with weapons and arsenal, were eager to start the raid for food, supplies, and slaves. But they didn't know was that there were no villagers to enslave, no food to take and eat, or supplies to use.

Earlier, several hillmen and women approach the village and told of the other hillpeople's plans of taking over the village. The villagers quickly gathered everything and went to the nearest refugee camp. The good hillpeople said that there should be some soldiers there, and the soldiers hid in the houses.

Now the bad hillmen and their fellow raiders descended upon the village and the soldiers ambushed them. Dust kicked up, grasses went flying, and roars of angry machines filled the air. Soldiers fell, hillmen died, and raiders sustained heavy damage. In the end, the soldiers called for a retreat, and the every hillman and raider that survived cheered in so-called victory.

But when the raiders checked the houses, they found no food, no supplies, and no slaves. Roaring, they ripped the village apart. Standing on a hill far enough away that they can see but not be seen, the hillpeople along with the refugees prayed to God and the animal spirits that they will survive.

---------------------Generations later----------------------

The little boy looked at the emergency exit door that leads to the woods. He had learned that woods were a haven for those who were chased by the metal monstrosities known as the Raiders. The Raiders have not yet found the abandoned museum covered in vines and branches, which is the home for the refugees, crops, and animals that were food and transportation.

The little boy was about five years old, with chocolate brown eyes, brown hair, and pale skin. He just stared at the door, then turned and headed to the main camp room. Just then the alarms sounded. He panicked. The Raiders were coming!! He was near the Imax theater, where his best friend, a little girl around his age with robin egg blue eyes, black skin, and tan skin, lived. He rushed in to see the men gathering weapons and the women and teenagers gathering the little kids and babies together to head to the woods.

He found his friend in a corner near the door closest to the woods and grabbed her hand. She screamed when the first missile shock came.

"What do we do?!" she screamed.

"Follow me!! God and the spirits will protect us!!" the boy replied.

They ran to the door to the woods and burst open into the forest of pine, oak, redwood, and trees first, before the teens on horses and the other children. They ran from the sounds of battle, the screams of the women who stayed behind, the pounding of hooves and feet going in separate directions, and the roaring laughter of the Raiders. Soon they were lost.

Suddenly, they heard the crashing of something, or some people, big through the forest. Quickly they climbed the nearest tree, a redwood, and were near the middle's top when the beings appeared. Looking down they could see three beings that looked like Raiders were walking and talking at the same time.

One of them had car doors (the little girl knew about cars because her daddy fixed them) sticking out of his backs while the other had blue sunglasses. The visored one was a silver color with four claws. The other with car doors was yellow and black with little antennas on his head.

The branch that the little girl's feet were on snapped and she clung to the arm branch tightly while the little boy helped her. The snapped branch hit the silver one on the head while the little girl scrambled onto her branch.

"OW!! What the--?" the silver one muttered. He looked up with a hard face that immediately softened at the sight of two little children. The other one looked up as the two humans clung closer to the tree.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. Hold on, I'm coming up," the silver one said, beginning to climb. The children went closer to the trunk while the silver one came closer and closer to them. Just several branches below them, he stopped, sat a big fat branch that was several feet below their branches, and pulled something out of his back. The two little kids watched anxiously as a loaf of bread appeared and the hand extended to them.

Nobody moved for a good five minutes before the little girl scrambled down and snatched the loaf out of his hand. She climbed back up and shared the loaf with the boy while the silver one pulled out another loaf of bread.

This time, both children came to him for the bread. The little boy looked up into the smiling Raider look-alike and said, "Thank you."

"Ya welcome."

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Author's Note: Okay, this is from a demented dream I had. Want this to continue? Read and Review!!