The Village Burns
The village had been quiet with that heavy silence that accompanies sleeping. Now, it was alight and dancing with colors that stood starkly against the green-yellow grass of the surrounding plains. Soldiers ran everywhere, carrying lit torches and dragging them against every flammable surface. A red glow spread, and it wasn't long before parents were awake and fighting both flames and invaders.
A well-dressed man watched with pleasure as chaos seized the tiny town, his Doberman Pinscher guard dog standing silent at his side. Children were cowering in thatch-roofed houses as their elders were cut down by merciless pawns. Screams issued from those that were not simply frozen in fright. Some were ended in their own beds as they slept to death in an inferno.
At the far end of the village entrance, a lone tree stood on a lone hill. Beneath the soil, a small burrow contained two worried creatures and their slumbering daughter. Softly pointed dog ears twisted, turned,