The girl named Liana took the book
straight home and after chores she bathed and took the book into her
bedroom for the evening. She brushed out of her shoulder length brown
hair and braided it. Wiping the water remaining on her face from around
her grey eyes, she sat the book on her desk and shortly after sundown
sat down in her chair to begin reading on this interesting looking book.
Liana opened the book and noticed it had
places and dates on every page until about the middle of the book. Then
the pages just randomly go blank. This enthralled the girl beyond
belief, especially after realizing that this book was some kind of diary
from someone long ago. She wondered if there was some kind of task left
uncompleted or perhaps this person knew her ancestors. Liana was more
than eager to finish reading on this diary. But as fate would have it,
the book would be torn from her hands by the time she had gotten to page
four that night.
Upon starting on that fateful page, Liana
heard a crash outside her room. Being late at night and locked up in her
room, she was startled no doubt but growing up people could she was a
curious sort. Even if it was dangerous, the girl would poke her nose
into any situation if it meant she could solve some kind of riddle or
puzzle or problem. However, that night, the problem would be a group of
would-be bandits breaking into her house. The kind of would-be bandits
that would stop even a curious and inquisitive child in their tracks.
She lightly dropped the old book to the floor and tip-toed to her
bedroom door. Ever quietly and easily, she nudged the oak door open a
crack and peered around.
“Find whatever you can! Even poor
people have something we can sell!” commanded a smooth voice. Liana
peered out the crack in her door to see if she could identify the
source. It came from a man, approximately five foot eight in height with
black hair and dressed like a wealthy man in a blue coat, black shirt
and blue pants. He was surrounded by men much more gruesome looking –
wearing animal skins and furs, masks, tattered pants and most were
shoeless. However, this man – Liana could this man was something she had
never encountered before. For his eyes glowed a green the likes she had
never seen in another human’s eyes before. Liana backed up slowly away
from the door but wound up tripping over the very book she had received
earlier in the day.
The man’s head snapped around,
hearing the girl stumble. “Investigate! There are others besides the
adults here!” Liana heard screams at that moment and clasped a small
hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She knew something was
happening to her parents for sure but she couldn’t move from her spot as
she listened to footsteps get louder as they approached her small room.
The door to her nearly secluded little room creaked open and above her
stood a tall burly man. He grinned a wicked toothy grin – a grin so
wicked that only angels would dare speak of what this man was thinking.
“Ahh hey boss man! Lookie at what I founds!” At this Liana jumped as the glowing green-eyed man stepped through the door.
“Hm. Not much older than twelve. She
could sell at the camp for a fair price. Take her.” After uttering that
command he exited the room swiftly, leaving the burly man to gather
Liana up into his arms despite her kicking and screaming. She put up
such a fuss that he had no choice but to knock her out by hitting her on
the back of the head. After ransacking the small house that night, they
left before people would notice something was wrong and come to look.
The book that was bequeathed to Liana was left on the wooden to collect
dust and age and would go unread for another unknown space of time.
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