Five years ago.
The cold autumn air began to bring down flakes of snow. But it wasn't the chill of the night that woke the 14-year-old girl from her sleep. No. It was the sound of the soldiers' shouts that didn't seem to cease.
Rubbing her still-sleepy eyes, Annica walked out of her room.
Even after all these years, she still remembered what she was thinking back then.
What's happening? Why is everyone screaming? Why are they calling out her father's name?
Annica walked through the corridor in front of her room and found the servants running past her with panicked faces. She remembered asking some of them what was happening, but none stopped to answer.
Upon reaching the front door, the flames burning the gate of her house made Annica's drowsiness vanish in an instant.
