A startled teen with beautiful brown curls and intensely gorgeous chocolate brown eyes replied with defiance. "I do not understand, please explain why we can’t just stay here to defend our family and home with the weapons father has in his special box?" The courageous but naive girl gazed at her injured mother from the unstable stairwell of their once elegant home.

The shaking woman was kneeling before the fireplace which had a painting of the Christian icon, Jesus, hanging crookedly above it. Her scared eyes met her daughter’s and shook her head viciously.

"But mother, what will Kyla and I do without you? I want to fight alongside of you!" She cried out, taking a step down the staircase. The woman lifted her bleeding arm up in the air and nearly shouted at her frightened daughter.

"You see this wound? A beastly figure who resembled a man did this to me! What attacked the mayor and the Avila family is attacking us! I don’t want my only blessed gifts in this world to suffer the same fate those unfortunate people did… Please follow my instructions and get your sister and yourself out of this place."