𝔗𝔥𝔢 є𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞 𝔀𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

Ƥιlστ

It was the Ninth century during the year eight-hundred seventy-one. It was the afternoon of, April 10th the spring exactly four years after the new lord stepped into office, ruling the village of Zelfari. Two years after the Great War against their opposing sectors Anglesbourough, and Trichal ended, tearing their village apart from the continuous fighting, looting, protesting, and destruction, leading them to start from scratch due to the lord's poor decisions, on orchestrating the village through the right path during the war. they were able to get back onto their feet two years following the war refurbishing all of the buildings and goods that were destroyed, giving the village people a new outlook on life now that things have died down and we're going back to normal.
It was a beautiful hot day outside the birds were flying through the air over the big village watching the people enjoy their life's journey the husbands leaving their wives behind at home, kissing them goodbye to go work for the day. they flew and landed in the trees that were resting along the paths that had amazing greenery and flowers. next to it, everyone's homes were sitting along the side where children were seen running around chasing each other and playing some sports like stoolball, mob football, and Archery, some were seen playing quoits where two people try tossing three rings onto a stick poking out the ground, and then some were sword fighting with sticks, having a great time. the bird's nests were resting on one of the branches where their family was waiting for them with their mouths open chirping desperately. They fly into the nest instantly feeding them the food that they went to go hunt for them, giving them all the love and attention that they needed before they leave the nest. Underneath the tree was a bed of ten baby hedgehogs laying in their humble burrow or, what was left of them. two of the baby hedgehogs sniff the mangled ones confused about what just happened, backing away and searching around for the scent of their mama, distressed.
Meanwhile, In the main circle of IronHaven were the markets, churches, blacksmiths, fortune tellers, butchers, and many more shops to fulfill the needs of the people living in Zelfari. on the outside of the circle, there were also a few more little shops and a sprinkle of big places to get things from instead of going all the way into the circle, to the folks with social anxiety who don't want to get caught up with all those people, or not deal with getting pickpocketed since, there have been thief's lurking in the main area stealing and killing people for fun, and to feed their family. Seconds later four people dressed in black hoods holding knives and bows angrily walk up to one of the most prominent weapon shops outside of the Iron Haven Market Circle. it had stands on the outside and the inside along with the other shops that were around. They approached and drew their weapons on the six to ten people who were, standing outside normally shopping enjoying the beautiful day. They glance around smirking at how calm the crowd was and how fast they were ready to ruin it. One of the tall bandits on, the inner left, walks closer to a semi-tall bald guy giving him aggressive eye contact like he is gonna mess him up. the man was shopping for expensive fur for his bed since his house is extremely cold. he then notices the bandit in the corner of his left eye walking close to him, he jerks his head to his left from the familiar figure, he starts panicking frozen in his spot as the bandit gets closer, his stomach drops, and his forehead starts to sweat. the bandit gets closer to him as he slowly steps back in fear trying to figure out what to do; never being in a situation like this ever.
     "Uh." He hesitantly lets out.
"My time to shine!" The bandit expresses.
"W-What?" The bald man says scared and confused.
The bandit grabs the man by his arms with a smile, knocking his goods out of his hands, and aggressively throwing him to the ground like a rag doll. The crowd of people gasped in disbelief at what they were witnessing before their eyes. He pulls out his seven-inch dagger from his right pocket he quickly kneels instantly stabbing him in the side over and over again, listening to the man scream in agony. The crowd gasps and screams in terror with a few passing out. Some run away but, the bandits around stop them from leaving by stabbing them deep into their sides making sure they aren't going anywhere. Screaming in pain as they watched them twist the knife and pull out with no remorse. They looked at all the people's faces who looked petrified about what was happening.
"EVERYONE STAY CALM! ANYONE LEAVES YOU DIE THIS IS A THIEVERY! GET TO THE GROUND AND PUT ALL YOUR GOODS INTO OUR BAGS!"