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Blood of Warriors

 

            
             The steady splashing, as the oars of some fifty ships struck the water in the Bay of Clyde, drowned all other sound. "Hurropean war ships", he said, clutching his sword tightly. "You must go down to the nearby villages and lead our people to the caves where they"ll be safe", he said. "Be quick, my son, for it won't be long "til they dock." .
             No sooner did the words come from his mouth, when a storm of arrows darkened the sky, and the slapping of the water by the oars was finally drowned out by the thunder of cannons. Our fleets would try to hold them off for as long as they could, but their landing was inevitable. I rushed down to the villages, taking with me a few horsemen.
             Upon reaching the first village, I set off to gather the villagers. I sent my men to each of the other villages and set a rendezvous point from which we would march on to the caves. Only a few minutes did it take for all the people to assemble at the village square, and so we were off. As planned, my men and I met at the foot of mount Arion, a few miles from the village I"d just come from. From there we went on to the caves, where the people of all four villages would stay until it was safe to come out.
             We returned to my father as quickly as our steeds could take us. We were too late. Most of the Hurropean ships had been destroyed, and the soldiers that had made it to shore were slain. We were victorious, but I played no part in it. The wrecks of the Hurropean fleet floated around the bay for a while, and then sank. The haze of spent gunpowder hung over the beach. My father and his armies had already set of to the capital. The slaughter of Hurropean men seemed over, but had only begun, so I soon learnt. .
             Upon arrival at our capital city of Kuborn, I noticed that all the people spoke of was war. I headed for the castle, and went straight for my father's quarters. When I entered the room, my father was sitting in his throne at the foot of a long table.


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