Ra'shiel had woken up to the sound of screaming. Instead of the peaceful singing that often filled the air of her village once the stars emerged, there were cries for help and twisted laughter. Flickering light was streaming in through her bedroom windows - fire. Before she could even fully sit up, her door burst open and in stepped a deformed creature that she had never seen before. It was tall and muscular, with crude weapons in both hands. The idea of clothing was nearly nonexistent, but the creature was so filthy that it hardly mattered. It had glowing yellow eyes and black teeth that glinted in the dim light once it laid eyes on her. Whatever it was, it was foul, and she knew that there had to be more outside. It stepped toward her, swinging a roughly forged blade, but she was prepared and jumped out of bed before it made contact. She used her natural grace and speed to duck around him and dart outside. It was chaos. The bodies of Elves lay everywhere. Some looked fresh out of bed while others were clutching weapons as though trying to defend themselves. She saw men, women, even children and Elders. There was no mercy being shown here. Blood colored the lush grasses and fire was tearing through the homes made in the trees. She ran, trying not to slip on the violent mess as she searched for survivors and avoided the creatures who seemed bent on destroying her home. They were laughing as they slaughtered all they found, even going so far as to tear apart the bodies of those already dead. It made her sick, but she knew that she could not fight them alone. For now, she would simply have to run. She went around another home on fire and heard a cry. Somebody was alive! She paused and turned, seeing an Elf boy who was so small that he had hidden behind a cracked barrel. The tiny darling! She went over and scooped him up, holding him close as she ran. They had to get out of here. The trees would offer them cover if they could just get out of the village. She quickly moved that way, not seeing that a creature was lurking along the edge. When she moved to close, the creature lashed out hard. She yelped and fell to the side, the child yanked from her arms. "No!" she yelled, but it was too late. The creature snapped the boy's neck as easily as one might break a twig. It was obvious that it was taking pleasure from Ra'shiel's pain, because it grinned at her before tossing the lifeless body aside. She stood and scowled at the creature, prepared to fight, but she was unarmed. It seemed almost disinterested as it swung again, catching her across the belly and throwing her into the woods. The blade had cut deeply, going from her left hip in a jagged line up to the center of her chest. She gasped to breathe, her hands pressing against her belly in a vain attempt to stop the gushing blood. Already her golden eyes were starting to dim. "H-Help.. please.."she breathed, gazing up at the stars. Where were the gods when they needed them most?