BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
I didn’t know what to expect at this point, we walked to the glade in a tense silence that I had failed thus far to break. My gaze cast a grim look at the boy that so closely followed, “Your upset…..do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly. It was common knowledge to all as to why my lad was forlorn. Cera had been through a battle once before, but this one was different for many reasons. Not just because the threat was upon our homeland and not in a territory far away, but also because he was still recovering from an attack nearly a month ago. Nerves were tight and strained even now. The enemy would be coming here, and as a father, it was my responsibility to assure that before this battle even started—Cera would be well away from the conflict.
Of course, he wouldn’t be happy about this; but it really couldn’t be helped.
I had ever confidence that those rouges wouldn’t make it past the meadow, and certainly wouldn’t breech our lines. This minor skirmish should be an easy victory. I say should because, despite the fact that we had numbers and allies. You couldn’t be too careful. Even with our obvious advantages; to take the enemy for granted would be foolish and blind. Surely they had strength enough to back up a blunt challenge to a herd such as ours. Surely they would know we had allies in the hills even if they succeeded in pulling off the unlikely task of crossing our desert sand.
Surely.