^^^^^^5 yr old Kenai^^^^

Kenai P.O.V.

"Daren, Farlen!" I scrambled after my older brothers who were carrying a basket of fish. "What you doing?" "Nothing Kenai." Daren said. "Go play with your friends." Farlen snapped. I slumped sadly and turned back towards our family home. "What's wrong buddy?" Daddy asked when I walked inside. "No one like's me." I whined climbing into Daddy's lap. "I'm sure that's not true little one." Daddy rocked me back and forth until I began to get sleepy. "Go to sleep now Kenai. It's going to be okay." 

"Ahhhh!" I woke up to the sound of screams and frantic yelling. "Daddy! Daren! Farlen!" I wandered the house but couldn't find them.

Suddenly the door was slammed open, a large man stood in the doorway. I screamed and began to run back to my bedroom. A large hand grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me from the floor. Screams left my mouth again, as the man shook me roughly. "Stay quiet and you won't get hurt." The man snapped, dragging me out of the house and into the street. Plumes of smoke rose from the houses in village, men, women and children were screaming and trying to escape from the men in masks with swords. 

Smoke filled the sky. blood spattered the ground and bodies were piled into the village center. The man holding me, shoved me into a strange-looking carriage filled with other children from the village. "Keep quiet all of you, one noise and you'll end up like the rest of your pathetic village!" He slammed the gate closed and locked it. 

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cried silently, but I wasn't the only one. Many of the kids were in tears. All too soon the carriage was moving, we were leaving the burning village behind us, heading deeper and deeper into the unknown.