She had been wandering around the desert wastes for about a month. Her
horse had died a week ago leaving her with a couple of days worth of meat.
Though the meat was tough and stringy, the horse having died of starvation and
dehydration, it was not very palitable. Still it had kept her alive just a
little bit longer, prolonging death a few more days.
 After that was gone she ate snakes, lizards, insects and a few bitter fruits
off of a thorny bush. It was desperation that lead her to try eating the
fruits and it seemed they dissagreed with her, she threw them up moments
later. 
 This left her weaker than before, her head felt light and she felt slightly
dizzy, it was then that the visions came. First they were scenes barely
remembered from her childhood, but seen now with stunning clarity. Her mother
holding her and singing a soft sing song chant about her tribes migratory
rout. This song was taught to all of the children of the tribe so they would
eventually know this rout by heart and never get lost. She laid on the hot
sands with this image of her mother in her minds eye and mumbled the words to
this ancient chant for the first time in eleven years. 
  Then the image faded replaced by one of her father in his ceremonial robes
of woven horse hair colored by catus fruits and fungus into bright cheerfull
colors. He was begging the god of the tribe the Aloniquae or 'spider spinner'
to bless there wares before the men whent to trade with there neigboring
tribe. She saw herself as a eight year old girl run out to kiss him goodbye
before their long trip and she stood there waving as the men rode off across
the plains in single file with there horses saddled with a mountain of
tapestries.
 That image faded as well with one of fear and pain replacing it. It was dark,
and her mother had left her in the tent alone to try to fight off the invading
army of the tribes neighbors. There were shouts and screams as the untrained
women tried to do battle for the first time to save there children from lives
of slavery. She laid huddled under a horsehair blanket clutching her favorite
doll as she heard her mother struggling with a stranger then scream in pain as
he raped her right in front of the tent. He spoke in his strange dialect some
words that the little girl did not understand untill later.
 She found out that they ment "Your husband will be glad that i diddnt kill
you, untill he finds out you carry my child and I have taken his as slave."
 The man entered the tent and grabbed her, as her mother screamed begging him
to leave her alone. He backhanded her mother leaving her uncouncious and
dragged the girl kicking and screaming to his horse. That vision faded as
well, leaving her sobbing alone in the desert with her anguish.

((NRPG this is to be continued soon! thanks alton for looking it over..
part two is her life with the raiders))