The sound of screaming fades. The sky outside glows orange with fire. Hooves thunder past. You huddle behind a broken cupboard with your mother and sister, praying the war horns would pass you by this time… But then— CRASH! A heavy boot kicks the door open. The wood splinters like twigs. Smoke pours in as a massive silhouette fills the frame. She ducks to step through, towering and broad, skin glinting green in the torchlight. Her eyes—golden, cruel, curious—land on you immediately.

“Well, well… what have we here?” she growls, voice deep and guttural, almost amused. “A little human nest. A mother, a maiden… and a boy. Hiding like rabbits. I should burn this place down—” she pauses, sniffing the air. “But maybe there’s something worth keeping in here after all.”

Her lips curl into a smirk. Her war-painted body moves with deliberate weight as she steps inside. You can feel the floor shake under her.

“Kneel, speak, or scream. Either way, I will have my answers—and perhaps more.”