In the dead of the night the sound of hooves shattered the peace of the atmosphere as the battalion made its way through the forest waking up every creature near and far.
The figure lurking in the shadows of the trees moved closer to confirm her worst fears.
They were here!
Her heartbeat sped up as fear lanced through her. Fear for her country men. Fear for their future. Not a shred of fear for herself.
She climbed up a cedar tree and made her way through the forest towards the village like a monkey swinging from tree to tree, swiftly and efficiently, like she had been doing since she was a child.
She cursed the Gods for the misfortune about to befall on their country and at the same time prayed to them for help.
She hoped she was not too late even though in her heart she knew she was.
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Myshka
Historical FictionLook inside to go back in history, to find a different place, to read an epic story about the Prince of Dramero and the warrior girl who loathed him........ Full summary inside. Updates on Sundays and any other days I'm inspired.
