Never would I forget that day, the day where my soul burnt like the piles of my fallen comrades.... the day that would forever haunt me. It was later at night. Most poeple were out at the city square, enjoying a festival of merrymaking. I was sitting at one of the feasting tables, ejoying a meal. It all happenend very quickly. Lights were said to be moving about on the fields out in front of the city. Several soldiers were sent out to look. They never came back. The call went up. All soldiers were to report. I ran to my famlies house to grab my gauntlets. No sooner had I done so, had a earth shattering rumble hit us. A battering ram hit the main entryway. I got there just to see the doors snap. And then like a tidal wave, an army poured in. I had never sen beings like this, nor would I have ever wanted to. All horrible beings, each one very different from the next, the only things that really linked them were thier armor bearing the insignia of some unkown legion, and the fact that most were bipedal. We fought like cornered animals, with reckless abandon. I could barley hold them off. The ground was red with blood. They pushed us back farther and farther into the heart of the city. They were slaughtering most of our people, others were being knocked unconsious. They cornered us. I and about 20 other soldiers were left. This was the end. The horrors stopped. "What new devilry is this?" I heard my brother say. We managed to stay together this long, although I doubted our family fared better. The mass of creatures parted. A figure strode down between them. i couldnt believe it. It wasnt possible. It was Rayman. He approached us. I was about to say somthing when Rayman raised a hand. It happened like lightning. Rayman threw his fist. It hit my brother in the chest. I heard a terrible sound, and my brother fell. I rushed Rayman. He was too fast. He struck me on the head. I fell to the ground, dazed. He madea motion to the horrors, and departed down the same opening he came from. I heard my comrades being bludgeoned senseless, and then I could fell myself being dragged along the ground. I was awoken with a hit over the head. "Look," I heard a horrible voice say, "See the glory of your people!" I was being held by the forarms by two of the creatures. Others were also being held, some were at blade ponit huddled in groups. We were out in the fields. I could smell a horrible burnt somthing. I looked up. Piles, dozens of piles of people, my people, being burnt like dried tinder in the early morning sun. Now, the anger welled, I wouldnt let this stand. I would find a way. My peoples deaths would not be in vain.