:With You:

		Stable and reliable. Just some of the words to describe a morning in Winhill. The
birds sang, and the farmers were already out in there hayfields before the owner of the local pub
was awake. Quiet would have been another word to describe any other morning.... Well except
for this morning.

	“Raine! Wake up! Raine!” A baby-faced soldier ran into the pub. “Raine!!! Get down
here!!!” 
	A woman, probably in her late twenties stumbled down the stairs. “Would you be quiet,
you’ll wake up Ellone!” Raine Leonhhart hissed as she pulled her hair back with a white
headband. “ What do you want?!”
	“Rainie, we got serious problems.” The soldier’s voice shook. The look on Raine’s face
told him to continue, “The galbadian army just issued an order for the town to be torched.”
	“What?!” 
	“The army is heading this way right now. Their after Ellone. We need to hide her.”
Babyface stated the obvious.
	“Well no shit-sherlock!”
	“Rainie?” A little girl stood at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing her eye with one hand
and dragging a blanket with the other. “Rainie, what’s wrong?”
	“Oh, Ellone. Nothing’s wrong.” Raine knelt down by the little girl and hugged her close.
“You need to stay close to me alright?” Without waiting for Ellone’s reply she turned back to
Babyface. Bring all the kids here, and anyone who can’t fight.”
	“Ok.”

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	The battle raged outside the pub until well into the night. Men were killed. Homes
destroyed. But in the end, the small town stood strong. Slowly in small groups the elderly, the
woman, the children, they all made their way out into the dirt streets of what was, is, and will
always be their home.
	“Raine,”Babyface yelled to get her attention. “Raine we need help! We’ve got a soldier
down. He’s in a pretty bad way..”
	“Bring him in.”
	He and one other soldier carried a man, in full armor, into the pub. “Oh my god... take
him next door, I’ll meet you over there with some towels and hot water.”

	“Raine... what’s wong?” Ellone tugged on the bottom of white sweater. 
	“Nothing honey. I need you to run upstairs and bring me as many towels as you can
carry.”
	“Ok... is we gone fix that man up good?”
	“Yes, honey, real good. I hope.”