The year is 4698. Alonso is young and thinks he is in love; he's fooling around in the woods with his best friend when then they hear the village bell in the distance, and hurriedly start to clean up.

As they approach, they see smoke, and then don't know what to do. Approach sneakily? Run to the next village for help? Try to find a horse and ride to the baron? They decide to split up; Alonso will approach, and Ramir will race for help.

The village is aflame; a woman dressed in brilliant orange striding happily through the embers as villagers hide. Alonso spots deceased runners, and several children cowering behind the corpses of their parents. He can't go back to the woods alone; Ramir is already getting help of some sort, and if the woman gets to Francesc and Talia...

He gets to them stealthily enough, and they nearly make it away. An exploding ball of flame misses them, but a splinter from the tree it shatters hits him in the eye. He knows these woods well enough to lead them away, one eye closed with tears of pain and rage.

The year is 4698. Alonso is young and thinks he is in love; he's fooling around in the woods with his best friend when then they hear the village bell in the distance, and hurriedly start to clean up.

As they approach, they see smoke, and then don't know what to do. Approach sneakily? Run to the next village for help? Try to find a horse and ride to the baron? They decide to split up; Alonso will approach, and Ramir will race for help.

The village is aflame; a woman dressed in brilliant orange striding happily through the embers as villagers hide. Alonso spots deceased runners, and several children cowering behind the corpses of their parents. He can't go back to the woods alone; Ramir is already getting help of some sort, and if the woman gets to Francesc and Talia...

He gets to them stealthily enough, and they nearly make it away. An exploding ball of flame misses them, but a splinter from the tree it shatters hits him in the eye. He knows these woods well enough to lead them away, one eye closed with tears of pain and rage.

The year is 4698. Alonso is young and thinks he is in love; he's fooling around in the woods with his best friend when then they hear the village bell in the distance, and hurriedly start to clean up.

As they approach, they see smoke, and then don't know what to do. Approach sneakily? Run to the next village for help? Try to find a horse and ride to the baron? They decide to split up; Alonso will approach, and Ramir will race for help.

The village is aflame; a woman dressed in brilliant orange striding happily through the embers as villagers hide. Alonso spots deceased runners, and several children cowering together behind the corpses of their parents. He can't go back to the woods alone; Ramir is already getting help of some sort, and if the woman gets to Francesc and Talia...

He gets to them stealthily enough, and they nearly make it away. An exploding ball of flame misses them, but a splinter from the tree it shatters hits him in the eye. He knows these woods well enough to lead them away, one eye closed with tears of pain and rage.

The year is 4696. Alonso is young and thinks he is in love; he's fooling around in the woods with his best friend when then they hear the village bell in the distance, and hurriedly start to clean up.

As they approach, they see smoke, and then don't know what to do. Approach sneakily? Run to the next village for help? Try to find a horse and ride to the baron? They decide to split up; Alonso will approach, and Ramir will race for help.

The village is aflame; a woman dressed in brilliant orange striding happily through the embers as villagers hide. Alonso spots deceased runners, and several children cowering together behind the corpses of their parents. He can't go back to the woods alone; Ramir is already getting help of some sort, and if the woman gets to Francesc and Talia...

He gets to them stealthily enough, and they nearly make it away. An exploding ball of flame misses them, but a splinter from the tree it shatters hits him in the eye. He knows these woods well enough to lead them away, one eye closed with tears of pain and rage.