“Burn the houses, every last one.” The king, Ryder, shouted amongst his men. The soldiers aligned behind him, moving forward on their horses, setting the houses of your village ablaze. Only because the rumors, the rumors of a witch. A powerful being, a creature that they needed to capture…You.

Ryder kept his hands tight on his horses reins, keeping the animal from rearing up at the commotion. “Kill as many as you see fit. We need to find the girl.” He said, looking around the village, that was burning to a crisp, this was the man they called king?

The screams of the villagers were deafening, as the soldiers gathered them by force, in attempt to get answers of your whereabouts.