Everything here seemed to happen so quickly and Charlie found herself struggling to understand what was happening. Minutes before she and the others had been bound and forced into the middle of the farm yard. She had been certain they were all going to die, but the arrival of a woman and four men had changed everything. They had walked confidently towards the militia men and it was their appearance that had initially struck Charlie.

The men all wore a dark blue uniform, similar in style to the civil war ones she had seen pictures of growing up. Their brass buttons were polished, glinting in the rising sun and each had a long sword strapped on their hips. The woman with them is what had truly surprised her. She was smaller than the men, with dark, curly hair that had been tied back exposing feminine features. She wore a cream coloured dress, which hugged her upper body, turning into an almost full skirt that stopped at her knees. A leather belt cinched in that small waist and two long swords hung gently on her right hip. The top of a bow poked out from behind her, along with several arrow heads.

It was clear the woman was in charge, for only when she stepped forward did the men at her side move. Charlie watched in amazement as she motioned for her men to stay back and almost ran at the militia soldiers around them. The sound of metal hitting metal filled the air and Charlie felt herself get pulled up. She turned around wildly, unsure who had grabbed her. As she saw her uncles relieved face, Charlie sighed. Somehow, his hands had been freed and he was pulling her along with the others towards the relative safety of the barn.

Miles cut through her binds and Charlie kept a close eye on the battle outside. Time and time again the small woman struck down their enemies, her movements quick and fluid.

"She's amazing", Charlie sighed, watching in awe as the woman fought, her two swords striking down several more men.

"Who the hell is she?", Aaron queried, clearly just as much in awe as Charlie. Miles looked out the barn door as a flood of memories came back.

"That is one of the greatest woman of our time", he sighed. "That is General Ivy Jackson".