Malicious chains and shackles clattered and clanked as behind the small ship full of black-clad figures and two silver-haired young girls the ancient temple burned a sullen crimson. It dyed the black clouds red with its light and embers shone briefly like yellow and orange stars amid the smoke. The leader of the raiders turned from the scene he'd wrought and smiled beneath the mask that hid his face.
"Well, we only managed to grab two of you," he said in a voice like rancid oil, smooth, but unpleasant. "but don't worry, we'll have your sister soon enough, and then," he reached up with both hands and squeezed the two sisters' face like some overbearing grandmother doting on them as his voice grew softer and more fervid with anticipation, "the real fun begins."