A small story...for a big warrior..

How it began...


When Jak arrived to his village...nothing remained not destroyed....something very wrong had happened...before he could even know about it...when the word was spread... it was too late...all ruined...maybe other tribes - he thought...greed always makes this type of things...he started to look around, to see if there was evidence of any early battle...but nothing that looked like that..no bodies..whatsoever...only dust....and broken pieces....where was everybody? Maybe they knew in time and ran away...but and who wrecked that place apart, what were they looking for? this was a poor village...gold wasn't a common likely thing to find anywhere in here..only some farmers ans their families...
He reached what remained of an old house...and suddenly..he heard a noise...a kitten came moving from the piles of dust that were there...unfortunately, unless it was an enchanted cat...it would be impossible to get from him what happened...He looked to the cat..and something in his eyes looked familiar...maybe he knew that cat from somewhere? or it looked like someone, an old friend?
Humm...could they possibly be under a spell? maybe...but why? - he was thinking to himself..while holding the cat...and the cat start to make some weird noises...
Only when a man hit his head with a large stick that he understood the cat was trying to warn him...but then...he only could try to look at the man's face...and suddenly all became dark..and he fainted on the floor....new and strsnge thing were yet to happend..this was a bad day for me, indeed - was his last thought...