Moira would look at Armfos charge at them. She would turn her gaze to the chanting people. Her vision was blurry. She looked at Skabne, and he met her gaze with an emotionless face like hers. She would turn back toward Armfos and then stare at the incoming blade.
"Are you scared?" Skabne asked.
Moira would hide behind some boxes, breathing heavily. The little girl with orange hair and two blue eyes would be hiding from the conquest squad. She was holding a crying baby in her hands but covering the baby's mouth to make sure it didn't make a noise. The girl would slowly walk through the debris as she tried to make it out of the village.
"D-don't worry, Skabne. We will make it." Moira said with a small smile. She would laugh lowly as she crept through the debris, ignoring the screaming of the villagers around her. She would make it to the village wall, looking up at it. She would bind Skabne into a sling and put it around her, jumping up on the wall as she started to climb it, looking behind her to see the burning buildings. The crying and screaming had stopped around her. People were either hidden or dead. She kept smiling as she climbed the wall and made it to the top. She lay there for a few moments, looking down over the village. People in masks and cloaks ran around all around the camp, killing everyone in sight. You saw a man pull a girl out by the hair, cutting her throat. Skabne mouth was still held by now. This young girl was Moira Nakamura. A girl living on the outskirts of Betamorion and was part of the last ransacking of the conquest squad. The young boy was Skabne, an orphan she usually took care of. They weren't brother and sister but just good friends. Yet, the two of them would become the most inseparable people in the world. The little girl would peek down from the top of the wall, looking around the village once again. The conquest squad was throwing people in stacks, igniting the corpses. The little girl's eyes would widen at the sight of her friends and family lighting up in a blaze. Moira would look at the fire. Her blue eyes would reflect the redness from the fire. Skabne would start to cry once again, yet this time Moira didn't stop him. She would jump down the wall, holding the baby close to herself as she landed on the ground, tumbling. She would stand up, making sure Skabne wasn't hurt, and slowly begin her walk into the unknown.
It had been any day like any other. All the kids would be running around the village. Moira would play tag with...them. She couldn't remember their names right now. All the faces of the people from her home village were gone. It was but a fleeting image of red and screams by now. The little girl would run after the flickering image in front of her, trying to tag them. She could hear the screeching and yet calming voice of her mother in the background. She would run toward the image, hugging the leg of the woman. She would be asked to deliver some fruit to the neighbors. Moira would agree. The girl would walk from house to house, delivering small bags of fruit, carrying them in a basket. She would get to the end of the road. There lived a young woman who just had given birth to a boy a few months back. His name was named after Moira. Both their names meant fate in different languages. Moira really liked taking care of Skabne.
"Hey, Moira." The woman turned to her as she was about to leave.
"Skabne could use from some air, and that would allow me to clean up his room a bit. What about you take him for a walk?" The woman asked. Moira was elated. She ran over to hold the child.
"You remember how to hold him, good." The woman said. Moira nodded. She left the house, walking the streets, talking to Skabne, explaining the world to the young one. She remembered the sun was setting as she was walking back. She remembered the roaring sound of hoofs as she turned toward the gate and heard it explode open. Galloping warriors ride into town, swinging their swords at the people. She had heard stories by the mask-clad warriors. They were known as the conquest squad and were a plague upon the land. Moira would run and hide, holding the child in her hands. She would try to make it home, yet she could see fire rising from all the houses. She could hear screams all around. She looked at the child and decided to go toward his home. She ran through the alleys, swinging herself over fences and climbing over boxes while still carrying the young one. She would reach the house to see it in flames. See the mother lying on the steps to the home—a mysterious red liquid dripping down. Moira would walk toward the mother, and the moment Skabne saw her. He would laugh, holding out his hands toward the familiar face. The woman would plead for Moira to run and take the child with her. The mother's voice was low. The mother's voice was croaky. The mother's voice was gone...Moira ran at the sound of hoofs, hiding in an alleyway behind some boxes.
