There was a gentle breeze blowing across the side of the mountain. The river was flowing through the escape tunnel and running underneath the bridge. Everything was unusually quiet in the town of Elisien. Most days the town was bustling with villagers looking to spend their money at the local market, or travelers just passing through. But today, it was strangely quiet. Especially for her birthday. Shataiki knew literally everyone in her town, and they were all really excited for her birthday celebration yesterday. But no one was around today. There wasn't one streamer in the town where there were tons the day before, even the week before. Smoke was coming from somewhere behind the arena. Shataiki started jogging across the bridge when she saw it, and then sprinted when she saw the rest of the town. Elisien did not look like a quiet, isolated, peaceful village anymore. There were houses torn apart, barns were collapsed, the back side of the arena was torn off. It looked like a tornado with a mind had come through this place. Shataiki ran over to one of the barns and looked around, trying not to inhale the smoke that was coming off of the rubble. There were no animals amongst the wreckage. Neither were there any in the fields. Something had come through her town and destroyed it, but took all of the animals. It had to be Darnerys. Or one of his armies. Darnerys hated peace. He wanted a world of chaos and destruction. So he targeted anything or anyone who would get in the way of that. And so far, he was winning. Another thought struck Shataiki. What if he took the villagers too? Shataiki ran to her house which was partially standing, but definitely damaged. She cautiously approached the doorway and look inside. Her parents were sprawled out on the floor in impossible positions. Shataiki fell to her knees and crawled over to them, sobbing. She reached her mother first and lifted her head to kiss it. When she did, she set her head gently on the floor and did the same to her father. Hours passed before Shataiki finally stood up, face soaked from crying, and walked out of the house. When she looked back, she saw her work of art. Her mother was lying beside her father on the floor, their hands intertwined between them. Shataiki had painted the symbol of love above their heads with their blood. She turned back again and kept walking away. Away from the house that she grew up in. Away from her loving parents. Away from everything that she remembered. And towards the bottom of the mountain. There she would beable to find her purpose. The reason she had lived when so many others had died. Shataiki took one look at her lovely little villlage turned red with blood.
" I will find you Darnerys. I will hunt you down and make you pay for what you did today. Everyday I will search for you. And one day I will find you. And you will be sorry. "
