Shouting and screaming, the crackling of fires. Pin heard all of this as he woke up by himself atop a small mountain top a few miles away from the village Yan lived in. Pin pulled himself off of the grassy floor below, looking to the fire from afar, a massive plume of smoke covering the sky, causing an orange glow to be cast on the world below. Pin stood himself up, running to the town, fear coming across his entire body. The screams died down as he got closer and closer to the village, just the chuckling and laughing of people and the grinding of metal. Not hearing any familiar voice sent a shiver down Pin's spine. He carefully approached, keeping himself behind a building, watching from afar as a few soldiers atop horses galloped by, surveying their surroundings as a few others drag item
