The Kingdom of Dalmasca
Haira Township - 25 kilometers from the Birean Border
4:30 AM - January 3rd, 2012
Zaid El-Amin - Civilian
The village of Haira was a small place within the Kingdom, well established but small, only two hundred persons lived in the village, serviced by a volunteer fire-department and a small sheriff's department of exactly twenty-four men for its two hundred persons. Paved roads divided up the town along a main street that connected to the national highway that ran all the way to Rabanastre to the far north. An oasis in the deep desert. The facades of mud-brick structures dotted the road and varied in size and story, though they did not tend to go over three while the tallest building was the post office at five.
It was in one of the two story buildings just off the main street that Zaid El-Amin sat up in front of a computer screen, typing away eagerly on a keyboard. The computer took a second or less to respond before the text-based game that Zaid was playing responded which brought a smile to his youthful face. He sat back after a few more minutes of play, stretching his arms and standing to stretch his back and legs. He took a look at the digital clock on his computer and frowned, he hadn't realised it was so late. He sat back down for a moment to save his progress and log-out of the desktop he was on, leaving a blue screen with three images, portraits of himself, his mother and his sister.
Zaid rubbed at his eyes as he stepped away from the desk and moved through their humble, but decent home checking locks on the doors, more concerned of desert dwelling animals than men, once they were deemed to be secured he repeated the process with the few windows that were located across the first floor. Having finished this he retreated up a plain staircase and to the second level which featured five rooms that varied greatly. His mother's room was plain to the point of Spartan, the only decorative feature was a carpet, imported all the way from Persia the way she told it. The next room on the opposite side of the landing was his sister's room behind a door, it was brightly coloured it pinks and the walls hosted a horde of posters of musical groups, celebrities and her other interests. Beyond that was his room, decorated simply, a small desk held a collection of books including a copy of the Koran, though he was not very religious, his walls like his sisters were decorated with posters, though his were fewer and concentrated on pretty girls and rock bands over Disney Princesses.
Zaid approached his bed, removing his simple but comfortable cotton shirt and climbed in after throwing the sheet and rough blanket back. Slumber came quickly after that filled with vague dreams.
The Kingdom of Dalmasca
Haira Township - 25 kilometers from the Birean Border
5:00 AM - January 3rd, 2012
Half an hour and half the town away from Zaid El-Amin, Terrell Cowden of the Hairan Sheriff's Department was busy freezing in the early morning twilight. His patrol car was a few yards away, a welcome oasis of warmth and comfort. He was on the edge of the town, staring out into the bleak predawn of the desert, attentive and waiting for someone or something to happen and had been standing there since about 2:30 or so in the blackness of the small hours of the morning. As the sun was coming up he was beginning to worry slightly, they should have been here by now, he thought as he stamped his feet to keep warmer, blowing hot breath into his gloved hands.
Terrell didn't hear the shuffle behind him before he felt oddly colder and noticed he was falling, blackness reached up, clawing at his vision before everything went dark, a traitor's just reward. Behind him men, a lot of them, moved quickly and quietly from a convoy of trucks, plain and unmarked. The nearest houses were twenty to thirty yards away, which they made for at a silent run, in the background their compatriots kept the trucks running; they varied in how but every man was armed. What happened next was fast and horrible. They spread out over the town in silent teams, crossing avenues quickly and by alleys, ten men at least seized the sheriff's department while others went door to door in teams, kicking them and dragging out occupants by force.
What followed after was macabre as it was brutal, the men and boys were shot enmasse and kicked into the dirt while the women were rounded up like livestock and carted off to the waiting trucks at gun point, there was little resistance for fear of what would follow, and majority went along with it for fear of their lives. This process repeated throughout the town well into the next hour, by seven o'clock most of the people had been either killed or gathered up, the process ended there, with the armed men retreating to their trucks and pulling away, off into the desert with a bounty of well over fifty Dalmascan women and girls, leaving a pile of bodies in their wake.
The Kingdom of Dalmasca
Haira Township - 25 kilometers from the Birean Border
7:30 AM - January 3rd, 2012
Zaid El-Amin - Civilian
Ragged, tired and bleary eyed he remembered being forced from his bed at gunpoint, he recalled a sharp pain in his lower torso, not quite his stomach but below his ribs, after that he remembered coughing up blood, a fair amount of it and passing out. How he came to be awake again was beyond him, surely he should have moved onto Jahannam by now. He tried to stand when he noticed a great pressure on his legs, he dared to look down and beheld the body of a dead man draped across him, he would have screamed if he had the energy, but he did not. Weakly and with an almost alien approach to his own skin Zaid heaved with what little might he had to remove the body from his legs before he with equal weakness and carried mostly by conviction and the want to survive crawled out from his position. He didn't try to call for help, for some reason the bodies told him there was none to be had.
"Not how I imagined myself dying." The thought came whimsically to his mind, which is when he learned it hurt to smile. After he left the bodies behind him and on his hands made his way to a wall to lean against he looked over the extent of his injuries, he was bleeding from just above his stomach, though as he could breathe without pain he deduced he had not been shot in the lungs, and as he could move it did not hit his spine. "I'm alive." He spoke, the words were weak and soft but he was glad that he could.
Zaid put a hand on the wall behind him and pulled upward, slowly coming to a wavering stand he applied a pressured grip to his center, preventing his wound from bleeding overly heavily and with one careful step at a time made his way into the building most directly behind him, the post office. Inside he collapsed into a chair and made for the telephone, dialing an extension that connected him to the national emergency line he called with a rather feeble voice the nearest thing he could think of, Agwanit Army Base. Zaid El-Amin died from blood loss before the line was picked up, though it was not a call ignored.