Screams of horror filled the air.
Death and destruction surrounded a young maiden as she tightly clung to something wrapped in a piece of clothing.
Her dark green hair and brown eyes sauntered back and forth as she was escorted to safety by her three guards—previously four.
As she ran through the compound, ignoring the burning mansion behind her, or the terror-filled night that seemed to be collapsing on her, her heart raced.
'Father and Mother are dead…' Tears fell from her eyes as she kept moving her legs.
The darkness of the night made it appear as though she was being constantly watched, but she could not stop moving.
'T-this… this is all too awful!' She wanted to scream and cry, but she could not.
She squeezed the package she held very close to her ample bosom, and her mature body jiggled with every swift step she took.
The name of this young maiden was Kara Verte—daughter of the Verte Councilor of the Obsidian Council.