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"There will be an attack on this village today!" shouted Maka. "Arm yourselves an be prepared for an attack!"
Futureseeker came hobbling out to the front of the platform that Maka was standing on. The older woman motioned to the girl, asking Maka to help her on to the platform.
"The immortals, they are coming! We shall fight long and hard! The little one is right. Arm yourselves and man the battle towers! Don't delay!"
"What about the children?" asked a frantic mother.
"Keep them in your houses and lock the doors. Hurry now, for we only have an hour before the arrival of the immortals!"
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Far to the south end of the village, over by the farms, the watchmen noticed movement. Looking in their spyglasses, they gave the signal for "friends".
Maka was still on the platform, instructing villagers where to go and what to do, along with the help of one of the senior Watchmen. She was about to send off a small group to defend the back gate when she heard the signal.
"Go see who it is." instructed the Watchman. "You do not have the authority to instruct troops without the help of a Watchman, anyway.
Maka ran to the lookout tower, the only one that had a permanent ladder. She entered the small room and picked up the old spyglass that was in there. Looking to the south, she saw a troop of men. Some were dressed in the King's Own and others wearing burnooses in the style of the Bazhir. These men were led by Sir Raoul of the King's Own and Sir Alanna. Maka's heart leapt. Ever since she had opened a book that contained pictures and documentaries about the history of Tortall, she had always wanted to meet the extraordinary people who were a part of it. When she had asked Futureseeker if she would ever get to meet them, the old woman had replied, "If your heart is true and strong, then, after many dangers and perils, your dream shall come true."
Turning to the east, she saw a horrifying sight. Hundreds of thousands of immortals were marching toward their village.
"Ho! Villagers! Defend the east wall! The immortals are advancing!" Maka yelled to all that could hear. The nearby Watchmen carried the order until it had circulated around to everyone in the village's army and defense system.
Within a matter of minutes, the village army had assembled at the east gates. Defenders, mixed with armed villagers, stood along the outside of and on the wall.
Most people weren't afraid of the "attack". They thought that Futureseeker was a batty old woman with serious mental issues. Their minds would only be changed by one thing. Everyone knew it was for real when they heard the horns sounding the attack and the terrifying shriek of the immortals.
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Years later, Maka wouldn't remember the fight clearly. She had seen a million things going on at once. There were villagers and army men dying, immortals falling and crushing village buildings, and (gods curse it!) a human man leading away prisoners in chains. Of it all, the only thing that was clear to Maka was what the evil man (may he never have peace in the Dark god's realm!) was doing to her parents.
"Maka! Maka! Help us, please!" shouted her mother. Maka ran towards the prisoners, to be kicked viciously to the ground. Recoiling in pain, she looked at her attacker.
"You- you foul, evil, inconsiderate, worthless, moronic piece of dust!"
"Oh, are we feeling a little bit, shall we say, rebellious?" sneered the man. "I have news for you, little girl. You'll be joining your parents and the others very soon." He came up to her with shackles and chains. He obviously thought that she was just a normal 13 year old. (***Boy, is he going to get it! ***)
As he reached for Maka, a blue-white streak of light jumped from her to him. He instantly recoiled and dropped the shackles.
"What the-"
Maka stared at her hands, looking like there was some sort of slimy creature dangling on it. Returning her sight to her enemy, she gave him a good kick in a place that she knew would hurt.
"Think about that next time" she said with a ferocious edge in her voice.
"You think you're so smart, little girl. Well, you may have won this time, but you might want to savor your life for a while. You won't exist when I'm through with you."
Suddenly, a winged immortal shaped like a horse with a few modifications swept down from the clouds. Maka immediately identified it as a hurrok. The creature landed and allowed the man to climb onto it back, with some difficulty because of the kick. As the hurrok flew screeching into the air, the man yelled, "You haven't heard the last of me yet! I'll be back, or I'm not the Slayer!"
Maka stared at the retreating figure until it was a black dot in the sky before coming to her senses. A few thoughts were buzzing in her head. The village was attacked. People were imprisoned. She had magic. And, gods blast it! The prisoners were gone!