Crusade woke up feeling very bad about her day. She had that dream again. That dream where she remembered it being terrifing, yet couldn't remember when she woke up. She shivered. "That dream is enough to ruin anybody's day," she thought. She got up and got dressed. Her family was moderatly poor, so she couldn't afford to wear dresses. Instead she wore a red shirt, white pants, and leather boots that had lasted her 2 years. Her house was not in top shape either. It was a very small cottage with a straw roof, that leaked whenever it rained. So, everyday. The walls were wooden and had termites living inside most of the time.
Crusade grabbed a bow that was leaning on her bedside. Then she woke up Arthur, a giant Vizla laying on her bed."Come on Arthur. Let's get breakfast,"she whispered. Arthur yawned, stretched, then hobbleded out of bed. Crusade tip-toed past the door of her bedroom, to the living room doorway. She put on her leather boots, grabbed her black cloak and headed o