Eighteen-year-old Leon Valerious was jolted awake by the sound of screaming, his peaceful slumber shattered by the sudden chaos that erupted outside his window.

The night, once filled with the soothing sounds of crickets and rustling leaves, had transformed into a scene of utter pandemonium. Raiders, their faces obscured by the darkness, descended upon his village like a swarm of vengeful locusts, leaving destruction and despair in their wake.

As Leon emerged from his house, he was met with a cacophony of sounds that filled his ears and fueled his fear. The night air was thick with the shouts and screams of his fellow villagers, their voices raised in terror as they tried to flee from the marauding raiders.

"Run! Run for your lives!" someone yelled.

"Help! Oh, please help!" a woman screamed.

"The raiders are here! Defend yourselves!" a man bellowed.

The sounds of chaos and panic were punctuated by the clash of steel on steel, the ringing of swords hitting each other as the villagers tried to defend themselves against the attackers. The clangs and clatters echoed through the streets, each impact sending a shiver down Leon's spine.

Thud! Thud! Thud! The sound of fists pounding on doors, the raiders trying to break into homes, echoed through the night.

Crash! The sound of shattering wood, as the raiders smashed their way into houses, sent splinters flying everywhere.

Scream! Scream! Scream! The terrified cries of the villagers, as they were dragged from their homes, filled the air.

Leon's heart raced as he heard the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, getting closer and closer. The raiders were coming for him, and he knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.

With a deep breath, he gripped his knife tightly and prepared to face the attackers, the sounds of chaos and destruction fueling his determination to defend his home and his people.

As Leon stood frozen in fear, the sound of footsteps stopped in front of his door. He heard the handle rattle, and then the door creaked open. A towering figure loomed in the entrance, his face illuminated by the flickering light of the burning village.

The man was massive, with a thick beard and unkempt hair that reached his shoulders. His eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, and his nose was crooked, as if it had been broken multiple times. He wore a leather tunic, stained and torn, and his arms were thick with muscle.

Leon raised his knife, his hand shaking with fear, as the man took a step closer. "Don't come any closer!" Leon warned, trying to keep his voice steady.

The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Leon's spine. "Oh, I'm shakin' in my boots, kid," he sneered.

But to Leon's surprise, the man raised his hands, palms facing upwards, as if in surrender. "Hey, no need for any trouble," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're just here for the loot."

Leon's eyes narrowed, unsure of what to make of the man's sudden compliance. He kept the knife raised, his heart still racing with fear. "What do you want?" he demanded.

The man shrugged, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just the usual. Food, gold, women... you know how it is."

Leon's grip on the knife tightened, his anger rising. "You'll get nothing from me," he spat.

The man chuckled, taking a step back. "We'll see about that, kid."

Leon, still gripping the knife, took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the man. "Get back!" he warned, his voice firm.

The man raised his hands again, feigning surrender, and took a step back. Leon followed him, his knife still at the ready. But as he reached the doorway, he became visible to the raiders outside.

Unbeknownst to Leon, the man had been distracting him, leading him into a trap. As Leon stood in the doorway, an arrow flew from the darkness, striking him in the chest with a sickening thud.

Leon's eyes widened in shock as he felt the arrow pierce his skin, the pain radiating through his body. He stumbled backwards, the knife slipping from his grasp.

The man, who had been pretending to retreat, now smiled wickedly as he turned to face Leon. "You should have stayed hidden, kid," he sneered, before turning and disappearing into the night.

As Leon lay on the ground, his vision fading, he saw his parents, Maria and John, rushing towards him, their faces etched with horror and concern. They saw the arrow lodged in their son's chest and their eyes widened in despair.

"Leon! Oh, my son!" Maria screamed, her voice piercing the night air.

John, Leon's father, shouted at the raiders, his face red with rage. "You animals! Leave him alone!"

But the leader of the raiders, a burly man with a scar above his left eyebrow, sneered at John. "Kill them all!" he bellowed, his voice dripping with malice.

As Leon's eyes fluttered open, he saw his parents stretching out their hands towards him, their faces contorted in a mixture of fear and love. But before they could reach him, a raider struck them down, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Leon's mother, Maria, fell to the ground, her eyes frozen on her son, her mouth open in a silent scream. His father, John, tried to defend himself, but the raider was too strong, and he too fell to the ground, his body limp and lifeless.

Leon's vision blurred again, but he saw the raider standing over his parents, his sword raised, ready to deliver the final blow. Leon tried to scream, but his voice was trapped in his throat, unable to escape. The last thing he saw was the raider's face, twisted in a cruel grin, before everything went black.

As the raiders departed, leaving destruction and death in their wake, Leon's mind began to fog, his consciousness slipping away. But then, he started hearing voices, faint at first, but growing louder.

"We're too late... we were too late to warn them," a woman's voice whispered, laced with despair.

"Aye, the village is gone," a man's voice replied, his tone heavy with regret. "But wait, he's still breathing!"

Leon's eyes fluttered open, and he saw two figures standing over him, their faces obscured by the darkness.

"Quickly, we must get him to safety!" the woman urged. "The boy needs treatment, or he'll perish!"

The man nodded, and together they lifted Leon's limp body, carrying him towards a horse. They placed him on the saddle, securing him with ropes to prevent him from falling off.

As they mounted the horse, the woman took the reins, her eyes fixed on Leon's pale face. "We must hurry, the boy's life hangs in the balance!"

The man nodded, and they spurred the horse into a gallop, racing away from the devastated village, leaving the raiders' destruction behind.

Leon's vision blurred, but he felt the horse's motion, and the voices grew fainter, until he slipped into unconsciousness once more.