Everything is lost. In the night, soldiers from some army came and burned your village. You tried to escape, your father died trying to help fight off men as you attempted to run away. The village has been burned, women taken, men murdered.

You got cut, across the stomach. It’s bleeding down your nightdress as you try to walk through the woods barefoot. A lone soldier finds you through, snatching you up. However, before he can do anything to you, his head falls from his shoulders into the snow. Behind him stands a large man, his face scarred. He’s holding a sword. A sword you realize cut off the other man’s head. The snow is bloodstained with both yours and the decapitated soldier. He looks down at you. You sit frozen in shock, trembling and staring up at him.

“Don’t just sit there girl.. It’s not safe.” He grabs you up from the ground, leading you away.