I was working in the fields when I saw a trail of dust being picked up. And it was going for my home. I dropped everything and rushed for my family and house. 'Please not the Saintricked. Please not the Saintricked. Oh please for the love God please not the Saitricked' I keep telling myself. They are a bunch of slave traders that go around to different countries and steal men and women and sell them to Saldius. It was the greatest and leading country in the world. They have conquered country by country, man by man. And now to top it all off they have built a giant underground fighting arena from a giant hole in the ground.

I just passed the hill and saw the slave traders make the bend in the road. I was just about to rush down the hill when I saw the slave traders point me out. Some splintered off and raced after me. I ducked down into sow bushes and waited for them to passed, but they didn't, they ran right through them making me roll out of them. I stood up and took out a knife I stashed in my belt. " I will go with you peacefully if you don't take the people in the house up a head. There is just old people and women in it" They looked at each other for a moment and nodded. They pulled out a horn and blew into it. The main part stopped in the road and started to turn the carts around.

" I will only do this because we just need one more and only because of that," It was hard to tell what he was saying because of the accent " Drop the knife and go." I dropped the knife defeated and started to walk towards the carts. Once we all got there they chained me up and put me in the carts with the rest of the nordians and started to ride back to a port and sell their soon to be slaves to Saldius, only to be killed for sport.