Entering: Pied piper.

The night was calm and mysterious as the wolves howled to the night sky. The wind blew as the tree shook in fear. The peace of the night has been disturbed by a small patch of fire which lightened up the darkness.

A small and remote village had been invaded by a infamous group of bandits known as the Black Scar. The villagers were all rounded up as they were surrounded with bandits armed with crossbows and their blades. The innocent could only cower in fear as their houses were being robbed.

After the bandits took everything valuable from the houses, they proceeded to brun it down to the ground. One of the villagers tried to oppose them as he managed to disarm the guy holding the blade but ended up having an arrow to the head. As his lifeless body fell onto the ground, all his family could do was just sit there and watch.

"Any other lamb is willing to approach its slaughter?" One of the bandits said as he bent down and picked up the dead guy by the head as he laughed at his misfortune. The night was dark as thick black clouds of smoke drifted into the air.

"After we are done here...We will end all of you!" The villagers all started to pray as they were about to meet their fate. But the bandits had no feelings as they just stood there and jeered at them.

Soon almost every house had been robbed and destroyed as the time for the villagers to meet their fate arrived. "Look who is our lucky winner." The bandit said as he pulled the hair of a women as she screamed in absolute pain. "Mama! NO!" The little girl cried as she saw her mother being forced to kneel down to be executed.

The bandits started to laugh loudly as they harshly kicked and whack the women who was groaning in pain on the floor. Their laughter was soon interrupted by a calming and soothing sound of music. The bandits went silent as they looked around to see where the music was coming from. Being flustered by the sudden music they began to raise their arms and to prepare for a fight.

The melodic sound of the flute filled the area as the crying started to die down. "Up there! In the tree!" a bandit yelled as he pointed to a branch up high. A silohuette of a person could be seen lying against the tree as the person was playing the flute.

"Hey you there knock it off or you will see an arrow where you eyes should be." The lead bandit said as his fellow companions started to cheer and laugh. The person did not reply but instead continued to play. Soon the night sky was filled with ravens as they aimlessly hovered above the bandits and the villagers. As the music continued, the number of ravens increased till the light from the moon was dimmed.

The bandits looked up in fear as they noticed a rather great number of birds around them. They prepared their stance as they held their blades more firmly. 

"What the f...." but before the bandit could finish his sentence the music started to do crescendo. The ravens that were hovering above started to swoop in and clawed the bandits' faces as the bandits started to scream in pain while covering their almost disfigured faces. Some