died down. The little girl
began to mourn, and the apparent leader of the army stopped his looting to
look up. A sly grin crossed his face as he began to walk towards the well. I
ran at him, trying to tackle him, but ran right through him. He kept on
walking straight towards the well, and threw the corpse of the girl's mother
off the entrance. He laughed wickedly as he pulled the bucket up. The girl
tried to run, but he grabbed her dress, ripping it off of her. All of them
laughed, they loved this, they lived for it. I hated them, I wanted to kill
every single one of them. The captain picked her up, and banged her against
the well, he began his work. I could not watch any longer, and shookscream and a
thud, and then the camp came to life. Showtime. Almost immedietly someone
pointed to the tree, and arrows zoomed above me. I scrambled down the tree and
waited for them to follow. I three arrows loose at once, and three of them
fell down dead, arrows through their eyes. The rest pushed them aside and
continued to chase me. I ran through the forest, slow enough for them to
follow.
I jumped, avoiding one of my traps, and heard a muffled yell as someone fell
through it. I continued to run, knowing they were still right on my heels.
I took out my blade and cut a rope as I ran passed a tree. A huge spiked
branch zoomed backwords, hitting someone smack in the face. Suddenly it was
quiet, something was not right. I knew