Raid

A bead of sweat descends your neck before running down in between your bosom. You reach a hand up to push loose strands of hair from your sweaty face. Leaning back against a tree, you try to get further in it's cool shade, to no avail. The surrounding area is quiet for a change as the majority of the town is attending the weekly church service. Noting this rare moment of isolation, coupled with the excruciating heat, you quickly reach up under your long skirt. In a swift moment your under skirt and knickers are off. Warm, yet refreshing, air brushes against your now bare legs and you sigh contently. With your undergarments now removed, you slowly sinks to the ground, and stretch your legs out before you. You hike your skirt up to your thighs before kicking off your boots and socks. The town would be horrified to see you so undressed right now, especially considering it's on a Sunday, while missing church no less. While you aren't concerned with the opinions of your neighbors, you do know there will be some representations from her family.

Even thought your father is a drunk, he is still a religious man, and has surely noted your absence at Chapel this morning. Your mother, however, passed away giving birth to you which is something you always felt your father blamed you for. Thankfully, all of this is a future issue, service won't be over for at least another hour and that is plenty of time to relax. You reach over to the satchel you brought with you and pulls out a sketch pad and some charcoal. Even though it's fairly early you takes a swig from a small flask before opening the sketch book and beginning to draw. A few drinks later and you're completely lost in thought when a large gust of wind blows carrying the familiar scent of something burning. The smell is enough to break you from your trance and you looks up from your notebook in confusion. As your mind focuses you becomes aware of the distant sound of cries and commotion.

You quickly scrambles to your feet and stumbles around the tree to face the town. A horrified gasp escapes your lips as you surveys the scene before you. Despite the distance you can make out a small incursion below, as townsfolk run about, and buildings burn. Tears form in your eyes as you cover your gaping mouth with a hand while trying to make sense of what you are seeing. There are strangely dressed, and abnormally large, people running about massacring the fleeing villagers. Taking a deep breath you quickly pack up your satchel put your shoes back on before running over to the forests perimeter. Using the cover the of the thick foliage, that lines the forests edge, you quietly make your way closer to the town. As you approach the sounds of people crying out in pain and terror increases, nearly causing you to stop and turn back. Steeling your nerves you continue on until you're near the outskirts of the town. Crouching in thick brush you crane your head as you try to get a look around the barn a good 500 ft in front of you.