That morning was full of wonder. The Ravens, who were said to be no more, were back from the ashes. The attack was quick and fast. When Anastasia finally understood what was happening, she realised that her mansion was now a gaol.
The invader was wearing a dark cloak and equipped with knives; their biggest strength was their numbers. Slowly but surely, each person who lived in the hidden ravine settlement was mangled from head to toe; none were spared the wrath and cruelty. The dwarfs and humans, all alike, were lying on the ground.
The people were thrown into fenced areas, where the cattle used to feed. The cattle were all slaughtered, and their blood was covering the lush green land in red. A small kitchen was prepared to cook all the cattle for food.
Meanwhile, Anastasia saw this all unfolding in front of her, tied up to a chair and her hands cuffed together on the roof tiles of her mansion, unable to scream for help or do anything herself.
