"Shut up! Ya fool, you'll get us caught! Just keep tha little runt quiet." Four men rode down the path. It was a new moon, midnight, a perfect time to keep them shrouded as they stole the crown jewel. A powerful princess. She was a beautiful child, she would make them rich beyond reason, they'd live like kings themselves.
"It's nah so easy, y'know! She's carryin on like she's possessed!" The man who spoke dodged a knife thrown his way and blubbered trying to find his words.
"I'll shut ya both up fer good if ya don't hurry up and figure it out." The man grumbled a moment before one of them slumped forward with a strangled gurgle.
They all halted with a lurch of the horses and the man fell from his, dead, and it galloped into the night.
"What tha hell is goin on!? Show yerself ya coward!" Three dark figures stepped out from the edge of the forest and held bows up at the ready.
"Step down from your horses and lower your weapons. We won't kill any more of you if you comply."
The men all pretend to get down from their horses but the leader throws out his knives, attempting to cut them down but almost instantaneously arrows are fired and the men all slump forward onto their horses or fall off of them.
The cloaked figures sigh but freeze when they hear the screech of the baby. The child was being crushed underneath one of the men still on their horse. The leader of the group darted forward, moving the man and gently picking her up.
He cooed at her, trying to calm her down and he checked her for injuries. When he found there was none he offered her to one of his comrades,
"Can you gentle the child? I don't know what needs to be done and we must calm her down. I'll try to figure out where she came from."
They surround the girl trying to comfort her while the leader goes through the Than's[Tah-nn's] things. He mumbled things under his breath as he went while they continued to calm the child.
One of them, a younger man, asked to hold her. The moment he did though, he had a vision.
He saw a village, it was quaint... until he blinked and it was on fire. He saw a girl, the older version of the child in his arms, fleeing. He saw her with a group of strangers, leaning over a book of some sort. He saw a scrum with guards and her grief. He then saw a crown become visible, it had been broken but slowly it came together and became mended. He could see the girl, encased in love.
When he next blinked, the vision had disappeared.
"Wa… wait… wait hang on. I-I just had a vision! It was the girl. This child… she's special, I know it to be true."
The leader walked over carefully and looked down at him and the child.
"What must we do then?" He looked down at the little girl in his arms and remembered the horrible fate the village would come to.
"T-there's a village… A village she will grow up in. We must take her there."
They all shared glances,
"Then let us go, we'll take the horses.