THE CROWS. Menacing, harden warriors that hunted down outsiders. They wouldn't stop until they killed all of us!
Luckily, Etiu had escaped to the mine when they had caught her. She hadn't got her earlobe nicked yet, so they hadn't known She was an outsider.
They dressed in black, charred clocks that flapped in the harsh wind.

"Oi! Girl, what are you doing here?" A Crow shouted, his pitch black ragged cloak drifted on the wind. Damn it. Etiu thought as she stopped still in her crouch. The air was humid with the heat of the volcano, but she was sweating because she was nervous. Grabbing her makeshift flint knife, Etiu scrambled onto her feet, just as the Crow strode past. That was lucky... She thought, as the brown haired girl raced off to the plains.