Freya ran as fast as could through the burning village, tears streaming down her face. Everywhere she looked she saw the pirates attacking the place her and her mother called home. Her mother. She wanted to call out for her but the words were caught in her throat. She wanted her mother to wave her hand and make this all go away, but she couldn't. Her mother was gone, and not even her magic could bring her back. She was suddenly knocked down by several people running away. As she slowly tried to push herself up she felt something cold press against the back of her neck. "Where do you think you're going little bird.~" The man purred. Freya looked up at him in fear. "Your mommy refused to have some fun with me so I guess I'll just play with you instead!" The man yelled, slamming the back of his rifle down on her head. "Mama..." Freya muttered as the world turned black.