Yorland sat near the fire, his hazel eyes reflecting off the flames bright light. They had been camped outside the village for at least a week now, the men grew anxious.
"Something is wrong, we should have heard from them by now."
A man with enormous stature spoke out loud to a woman. He had an axe draped over his left shoulder. A woman about five foot six stood in front of the man. She wore a red armor over her breast and a machine legs. She seemed alot tuffer than the man as she stood there and had an attitude to match.
"I say we march on the village and get our revenge now what other chance did we have!"
The man met her idead with one of his own.
"We should wait till we have orders to move."
Yorland sat there not speaking to the two listening to them argue. He to was worried, why hadn't the gotten their orders.
Sarina Collins was surrounded by the flames.. She was in a house, only, she wasn't her age. She was about 10 years old. The heat and the smoke was like a blanket around her. She was trapped.
Her parents had locked her in her room for a time out, and she had fallen asleep with alot of anger still running through her veins. And when she woke up, she was surrounded by fire, trapping her in her room. The roof was going to cave in soon. But, just in the last second, she closed her eyes and screamed. Suddenly, she was transported into a grassy field, coughing on the ground on her knees, covered in soot from the fire. Smoke was quickly exhaled from her lungs. Just then, Sarina wakes up for real this time in a cold sweat, and now is 20 years old, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth.
The man and woman were still arguing for at least an hour now. Yorland stood up dusting off what dirt he had on his clothes looking up at them, he spoke.
"I will go to the village and sort things out, you two will remain here, if im not back by sunrise then move on the village."
Yorland was in charge while the higher ups were gone, but no one respected the elf even though he worked just as hard if not harder than most.
"No!"
The woman bellowed out towards the elf who was now picking up his bow.
"I'm not taking orders from a pointy eared elf!"
"Kara!"
The man who she was arguing with said comming up behind her.
"You will follow his orders, like it or not he is in command."
Yorland stood there, he wore a leather jacket that had a strap around it that would holster a bow and dark black pants that had a few knifes on the legs. He was running out of patience for the girl, actually for humans in generaly. He didn't wait for her response, he pulled up the hood and started walking towards the village.
Soon enough, Sarina convinces herself that it's just a stupid nightmare that comes around once every year, the anniversary of the day her foster parents died in the fire, ten years ago, to this day. Why this same, horrible nightmare comes every year, she didn't know. But, since then, she's been able to harness her magic. You see, back then, she had no clue that she was a witch. After all, she was rendered an orphan after her birth parents dropped her off at the foster home's doorstep. Why she wasn't wanted still hurt her deeply to this day, but alas, she was fresh out of tears. And she was tired of crying every year. Whatever, she thought.. For the past century, she had been living in the same forest where she teleported from the fire. She had set up camp a little way from the local village, but something about today, seemed different, felt different.
