The Raid

"I will volunteer in a raid."

"For what? A few pieces of bread?"

"Come on," Roph said, boredly. "We're starving, here! If you want to do the caravan some good, then we have to eat too!"

Buki sighed. "Okay, Hikori. You can go raid Them."

"I'll need a disgiuse."

"You're making this hard, Hikori."

"What? You want me to go in there wearing these?" I pointed to myself, indicating the short pants he was wearing. "I'll be noticed by Them the second I walk an inch in there!"

Them was a band of people who hate the world, banded up, and now are trying to kill every last human on the planet. It is the fifteenth century, so we only have swords, spears, and such. They have very manipulating ways. One of his friends had married a member of Them. If you looked at her now, she would be either staring at you fixedly, mourning out her negativity, or even trying to kill you.

So I walked to one of the overrun villages of the regular people. The huts looked perfectly normal, but I didn't walk in anyway. Better not kill myself. That would be a fatal mistake. I am the Leader of the Gaurd.

I walked to the evil palace of their leader. It was made of many huts stuck together. No, that would be too risky.

I then walked to a smaller hut three away from Their palace. I walked in.

Thank God, there was nobody in there. Must be a holiday today that They celebrate.

Suddenly, a bush inside moved. Approximatly seven seconds later, a man in warrior armor came out. He had a sword. Then, he attacked!

"Whoa, buddy! Don't get too rily!" The warrior didn't listen. He wanted to kill me.

He barely missed my head. I took out my sword. He chopped it in half. I can't beleive Juyio. Wood? Man. Obsidian next time.