There is a harbor,
on the edge of Teresta.
A sanctuary for many,
but in particular to those who
do not wish to be found.
For the many who keep there secrets,
and do not venture out,
not wanting to be seen by all.
Two hours after midnight, my ship sails in.
Sails open, moving quickly toward the quiet town.
Hidden by the darkness, the moon cresting the clouds.
The ship fires its cannons into the harbor.
My men move off the ship, to seek what they want.
To take what they desire.
They break down the locked doors,
pillaging the helpless people.
Robbing them of their very life.
The citizens are no longer hidden,
They are exposed, and are frightened.
My men start to set fires throughout Teresta.
Burning their sanctuary to the ground.
Leaving them no choice but to move elsewhere,
having no place to escape.
But to suffer at the hands of the cruel world they live in.
My ship pulls out of the harbor,
fire and brimstone are all the remnants
that remain.
The sanctuary utterly destroyed.