On the other side of the clouds.

Well hidden behind big old fish barrels a young girl sat, shaking of fear. Contagiously she kept on rubbing the palms of her arms, in a try of distraction. Only moments ago her mum had told her to stay hidden until nightfall. When the darkness had wandered over the little town she was supposed to run. Why? There had been no time for a proper explanation. She was in danger, was what her mum had said with her eyes glancing of tears.

Following the girls gaze you could see how she stared at a house, in through a window. Her own house, if you could call the shack a house. It was a pitiful excuse of a home. It was crooked and bovine. The boards lying carelessly over each other, nailed together in a complete mess. Even though the house looked like it looked the girl found comfort in focusing her gaze at it.

Somewhere somewhat towards east voices became clearer and clearer and steps closer and closer. Their voices were dull but high, chuckling mean. Mercenary’s she presumed. What are Mercenary’s doing here in little Postiano? She was soon to find out as they knocked on the door to her old home. And as her beloved mother opened the door they ruthlessly dragged her out of the shack. The mother’s white blonde hair shone as the moon bather her in it’s light.

‘’Oh she’s the one already.’’ One of the Mercenary’s said smugly. People were standing in their windows, curiously watching the drama on the street. And all of the quickly ragged away as a gun were pointed towards the woman with the shining hair. ‘’And this.’’ Another one of them said. ‘’Is what happened when you don’t obey our orders.’’

The little girl, still hiding behind the barrels, watched frightened the surreal scene going on infront of her eyes. It was cold around her, and her shaking only got worse. What was about to happen? The atmosphere were tense, horrifying and daunting. No one, not a single soul of the neighbours watching did a thing. And with a loud bang everything turned dark.