As the crew approaches the village, they see an obvious distress. There is a hole torn in one of the buildings, and smoke is billowing out. Adam stood with a solemn look on his face. Upon approaching him, the group saw that his irises were completely violet. 
  "No hope.." He mumbled, ignoring the group and stumbling into the forest. The group peered into the building. It was room four, and there were bricks scattered about the room. An old woman stood tall, while everyone else hid.
  "They took her." She said. "They stole away poor Nerissa."
  People began to slowly file into the room. They had on yellow bandanas, some of them with small green dots drawn into the pattern. One of them, a lanky boy with messy blonde hair, ran forward, hugging onto the old lady.
  "I'm so glad you're safe." He sobbed. The woman looked up at him angrily. 
  "You foolish boy, get back to the safe room!" She screamed. "They'll be back any second, and if they see you they'll-" 
  "Aggghhhh...." The boy crumpled to the ground. The woman took two steps back, covering her mouth with her hands. The moon shined in through the hole in the wall, and many of the people with bandanas began to shake, some falling to the ground. The citizens moved as if the people were grenades, stumbling and crying out as they hid. The skin of the people began to shimmer with violet pinholes, disappearing until roughly ten skeletons with bandanas stood in the ruins, blue orbs hanging in their eyes. A little girl screamed as one of them stood up, and her mother shushed her. This was the curse of those who were Marked. They would turn to bone when moonlight graced them, and if they should fall into the hands of the violet eyed Taken, they would be killed and corrupted, rising as the Taken who they themselves feared. The old woman approached the group, her grey Stoney eyes filled with wisdom beyond this world.
  "You can help us." She stated bluntly. "If you still have any good left in you, then please, help us." She begged. Her grandson, now a Marked Skeleton, stood and layed his hand on her shoulder. The woman turned, staring him down. In the silence, a call rang out. A shrill whispering war cry, spreading across the dark land. 
  [b]"Go."[/b] she told the boy. He hugged her tightly with his bony hands, and then retreated into the safety of another room. Many people began screaming and fleeing into the tunnels. Only the old lady and a few Marked stood ready as the siege resumed. Taken lurked along the edge of the forest, waiting. From three different sides of the ruins, beings stepped out of the forest. Tall, cloaked beings, one hulking, one slouching, and one crawling. The battle had just begun. 

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