-Jet-

Back when life was simple I wanted to be special. I wanted to swing through the trees, have adventures, fight fearsome foes, bring truth and justice to the masses. Childish dreams.

But then the day came when the life I knew ended, and everyone that loved me was stolen away forever.

The soldiers, in their red suits and perfect formations, came to my town and burned it to the ground. They barely even slowed their march before continuing on. They thought it was over- they thought it was nothing- an annoying detour on the way to something real.

I didn't ask to be a leader- but kids were crying and everything was dead- and things needed to get done. They thought the fight was over, but what they didn't realise was that the fight had just begun.

When they destroyed my village they created the most fearsome thing imaginable- an enemy that no longer feared death.

Now every evening soldiers disappear, supplies vanish, wagons are damaged or stolen. At first there was annoyance, but then there was fear. Now, at night, they stand with their backs pressed together- shaking. They should be afraid- we're out there- watching.

They will pay for what they have done to my village- to my family. Justice will be served- no matter the cost.

We are the shadows, we are the wind in the trees- we are invisible- and untouchable.

We strike without warning, kill without mercy- we take no prisoners.

But most important of all- we do not fear death, as we are already dead. We have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. We are justice. We are freedom.

We can never be stopped.