"The grand attack."

It was peaceful in the village. It was the year of 1532, and everyone was going about their daily business in the small village. It was bustling with the amounts of people walking around, chattering and playing.. Some kids running around, adults trading and strolling, all unaware of what was to come in 1 day.

The sun shown brightly as you stepped outside, the rays kissing your exposed skin, enveloping you in a familiar warmness. You looked around-- it seemed about noon. As you thought about that, your stomach growled slightly, clearly thinking about anything remotely related to food made you realize how hungry you were.