A small piece of memory comes back.
You run as fast as you can to a forest. You run on a narrow dirt path
and finally find yourself in front of a small cottage. You open the
door and see two girls sleeping on two different piles of hay. You see
a boy sittng in a chair whittling a wooden sword. They all look about
your age.
You scream " Get up! Our cover's been blown!" You
speak with an English accent. The mob is getting closer. You have a
feeling that your going to die.
You suddenly remember something. In your memory you see the girl
running to a mob. They had torches,swords,shields,axes,knives,daggers,and
a miniature catapult. They all yell and scream at you.
