Run back to the village

I was pitching myself awake while I dressed. It didnt feel like a dream, but how else could I explain all this? And besides, I still had the flute... if it was a dream, it would be gone by now, right?

There, not much for modesty, but it would have to do. It was still a sturdy dress, and no one would notice it wet when I arrived. My boots were a little squishy, but... cant have everything. I started running to the village, but I had to stop a few times to get my breath. I had an owlfully strong suspicion I was being followed.

I saw the fires before I saw the village. Columns of ashes and smoldering flames, raiders with bloodied weapons and stolen riches. It was madness, madness, how could this be happening to us? My instincts told me to run, run before anyone saw me. But I saw pappa, chased by one of those brutes. I saw them, and charged in their direction.

I didnt have a plan, I didnt have anything. I was noticed in my **** dash, and the raider turned in my direction. He was horrible, a handsome man marred by scars and cruelty. He bashed his shield in pappa´s face, and readied for me.

I tackled him and all his metal, surprising the two of us. We rolled down, his chain armor hurting me and tearing my dress. "leave pappa alone!" I screamed at him, and for a moment he was so scared it just appeared I would be able to overcome him with strenght alone. The moment didnt last long.

My nails did little but scratch his face, and he was too strong, he easily pinned my arms. He was leering, almost drolling, and I was stuck under him. Helpless, I felt his tongue on my face, licking me like a dog licks a bone. I was horrified, but when I tried to scream, his disgusting tongue invaded my mouth!I tried to protest, but it just appeared to make him like it even more!

When we parted, he spat on me "heh, feisty, are you? you and I are going to have some fun" I was no longer afraid, no longer petrified. He took my silence as a sign of surrender, and my arms go, to start ripping my dresses. He felt my hand in his belt, and smirked "eager tramp, you will get what you want". And I did, I got his dagger, and trust it in his exposed leg. He howled like a dog, rolled away from me, and was facing the mud when I stood over him "You made a deep mistake" a cruel voice came from my mouth as I slid his throath. I started something fade from me, and I cried.

Fathers arms enveloped me, and I was still sobbing when the next group of raiders circled us. This time, we didnt resist, and we were rounded with the others to the village center. Our homes were burning, and my neighbours were pleading. "Mercy!" or "Please, dont kill us" or even "no, not my daughter!". But the raiders already had the terror they wanted, now they were just collecting what little wealth we had.