Chapter 1 : Visitors

Chapter 1. Visitors

"Garth, Garth ! Wake up Garth!"

A sleepy guard opens one heavy eyelid and glares at his comrade.
"I'm up I'm up, Why did you wake me ?" He responds lazily

"You Shouldn't sleep on duty, what id something happens, what if the sirathi attack and we were asleep, The camp would all be

dead!" As he says this he fastens the belt around his waist, a sheathed sword and a horn.

"The Sirathi haven't attacked for over ten years, you of all people should know that Fedrick. No , it wouldn't surprise me if

after their defeat at Mt. Joras-norak they fled back to their lands and quietly went extinct. You won't need that sword in

your lifetime." Garth eyes the sword carefully at his waist, then looks at his companion. Fedrick stared into the dark

forests that faced them, The flickering flames of their campfire dancing of into the darkness then spluttering out sending

strange shadows upon the ground were they stood.
Garth was right, the last attack by the strange lizard like beast called sirathi were over ten years past. But the

cities and villages still bore the scars, Fedrick was only a boy but the memories

of the brutality and the vicious tactics played over in his mind, still as vivid as the day they were first forged. But Garth

was still right, there was no threat.

" I know I'm just saying that ... AARRGGHH!!!!" Fedrick's words are turned into a cry of pain, a barbed arrow protruding from

his stomach.

"Grrrrr, I told you to aim for the head you worthless grunt! how do we keep our stealth if he is ssscreaming?!"
A tall, muscular being emerges from the forests were Fedrick once stared, It's Armour gleaming darkly. This was a Sirathi,

It's lizard like head concealed under a helm of human skull.

"hsssss, My apologiesss it wont happen again." Five lightly armored grunts, one with a bow, appear from behind the

Chieftain, lowly hissing.

"It better not, I should take your life, but for now i will think otherwise." The Chieftain remarks. "Now Move up!"

"Fedrick!!! Don't worry I'm going to get help, don't die!" Garth Yanks the horn from the belt of his maimed ally and gives a

lengthy blow. The camp Springs to life, Soldiers grab arms and rush to the men on duty, waiting for the Enemy party to

engage.

"Master, do we dispatch them?" A sirathi Hisses to the leader, Eagerly swinging his cleaver yearning for the sound of battle

and blood spilling.

"Do as you see fit, I have other matters i must attend." With that it leaped back into the darkness were once it came, his

minions charging Towards the quivering ranks of men.

"Release the arrows!!" One of the men call. In reply a wave of shafts leap into the sky and find their way to the enemy,

Embedding themselves in the ground, trees or flesh.

"Bah is this all they can do ?" The grunt grabs the arrow planted in his arms and rips it out, tossing it aside like a twig.

"Their Almost here!! " Men brace together and point theirs pike toward the rushing enemy.

in a matter of moments it ended. The attackers lay slain but so did many men. Soldiers now realized that what they

had thought impossible had now in fact become real, The Sirathi had returned .