'Scarlett's Racy Journey: Out of the Galaxy to Protect and Triumph'

"I do not want cake. I do not want cake," the little girl repeated to herself as her hands shook.

"They're going to take my cakes. They're going to take my cakes." She glanced over at the box of cakes hidden under her bed. Her eyes widened, her heart pounded in her chest, and she gasped for breath. She looked around wildly, then turned back and tried to get a hold of herself.

"Take a deep breath, Scarlett. You can do this." She took a deep breath. "You can do this." Her voice was calm and steady. The pounding in her chest calmed down and her breathing returned to normal.

She got up and went to the door of her room. She opened it slowly and peered out into the hallway. It was empty, but she could hear the muffled sounds of people talking downstairs. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her as quietly as she could.

"They're going to take my cakes," she whispered again as she walked down the hall towards the staircase that lead down to the living room where they were talking. She had to get to them before they found them and took them away from her! The muffled voices grew louder as she descended the stairs. One of them had an accent. He sounded like he was from the northern continent of Ivoire, which made him a foreigner here on Vashti, where everyone spoke with a southern accent like hers did or else no accent at all if you lived in one of the cities like New Orleans or Boston or Munich...

Scarlett's eyes darted around looking for something that could help her protect her cakes from those who wanted to take them away from her. A small knife lay on top of the counter near the sink where she'd left it earlier today when slicing up some apples for dessert after dinner last evening. The voices stopped talking as they noticed that she had entered the room behind them. Four men stood in a semicircle facing her father who sat in his favorite chair by the fireplace reading a book while sipping on his nightly glass of wine. Seeing that they were all distracted, Scarlett quickly ran over and grabbed the knife before running back towards where she'd been standing before by the stairs with tears streaming down her face as she muttered "I can't lose my cakes! I can't lose my cakes!"

Her father looked up from his book with a start at seeing his daughter run across their living room with a knife in her hand while sobbing hysterically about not losing something called "cakes", but he didn't have time for questions before one of the four foreign men facing him said something that made Scarlett lunge towards him with knife held high above her head ready to strike before one of two other foreign men holding rifles yelled "Freeze! Put your hands behind your head!" followed by two shots being fired into the ceiling causing plaster dust and wood splinters to rain down upon everyone's heads as Scarlett screeched in horror at both having missed striking him with the knife and being shot at by these armed men wearing black body armor who now pointed their rifles at all present threateningly while shouting various threats in their native language while pointing at Scarlett's father sternly indicating that he was responsible for whatever craziness just happened here today because he was apparently harboring someone who needs rescuing...