Tygren inspected his newly assembled army, watching their every move as they struggled through the obstacle course. The soldiers were slick with sweat as they worked their way past the barriers. Further along the field, a few warriors were pushing a giant steel ball up the hill together.
Nearby, a commander was teaching young new cadets how to march properly. An instructor led a group of exhausted soldiers towards the barracks. Tygren sighed, daydreaming about the day his nation could finally stop being attacked by the other tribes. Thousands of years ago, false accusations were made about Tygren’s clan, claiming that they were practicing dark magic, resulting in them constantly being attacked by the other clans.
The entire village was built on a giant snow mountain to avoid contact with the other tribes. If they were to come and harass the village, they would have to climb up quite a far distance. The village fled from the place they were once exiled to, in hopes that they wouldn’t be attacked after moving. Yet, that wasn’t the case, so they had to move quite far away from the original spot they were appointed. But now, there have been rumors that their village has been found.
Suddenly, a scout riding a horse was speeding towards Tygren as fast as the horse could go through the thick snow. Tygren suddenly felt a surge of dread within him.
“Sir, quick!” the scout said breathlessly. “We’ve seen a huge army marching here! They’re only a few miles away and –”
“Calm down,” said Tygren, “We have more than enough warriors. I want you to alert everyone in the barracks to wake up and fight. Alert everyone in the town and evacuate them further east.”
“But sir they’re attacking from all sides we’re surrounded we’re doomed–” the scout was cut off once again.
“Just do what I said,” Tygren explained patiently. “We’ll be okay, we have warriors surrounding the town.”
The scout embarked on his horse to deliver Tygren’s orders. Tygren fiddled with his sword. We’re doomed, but the people can’t know that he thought. I can’t lie to them, but how do I tell them? A crowd of soldiers now stood near the hill. Tygren sighed, seeing no choice but to tell them the harsh news.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! I need your attention now! We are under attack!” he shouted into the crowd of soldiers. The group stirred uncomfortably, but did not disband and continued to listen.
“We are being attack by the other tribes. This will by no means be an easy battle. When you think of giving up, keep fighting! Think of your spouse, your children, your grandparents, your loved ones!
“The day has finally come. The other tribes have wronged us unfairly. Think of the suffering we endured, the discrimination we faced, and the pain we suffered. Today is the day we redeem ourselves!” Tygren shouted.
“Aye!” the soldiers shouted.
“For our homes!” Tygren screamed.
“FOR OUR HOMES!!” the soldiers echoed. The invading force was now visible.
“There they are! ATTACK! FIGHT! FOR THE TRIBE!” Tygren cried. “CHARGE!”
Nearby, a commander was teaching young new cadets how to march properly. An instructor led a group of exhausted soldiers towards the barracks. Tygren sighed, daydreaming about the day his nation could finally stop being attacked by the other tribes. Thousands of years ago, false accusations were made about Tygren’s clan, claiming that they were practicing dark magic, resulting in them constantly being attacked by the other clans.
The entire village was built on a giant snow mountain to avoid contact with the other tribes. If they were to come and harass the village, they would have to climb up quite a far distance. The village fled from the place they were once exiled to, in hopes that they wouldn’t be attacked after moving. Yet, that wasn’t the case, so they had to move quite far away from the original spot they were appointed. But now, there have been rumors that their village has been found.
Suddenly, a scout riding a horse was speeding towards Tygren as fast as the horse could go through the thick snow. Tygren suddenly felt a surge of dread within him.
“Sir, quick!” the scout said breathlessly. “We’ve seen a huge army marching here! They’re only a few miles away and –”
“Calm down,” said Tygren, “We have more than enough warriors. I want you to alert everyone in the barracks to wake up and fight. Alert everyone in the town and evacuate them further east.”
“But sir they’re attacking from all sides we’re surrounded we’re doomed–” the scout was cut off once again.
“Just do what I said,” Tygren explained patiently. “We’ll be okay, we have warriors surrounding the town.”
The scout embarked on his horse to deliver Tygren’s orders. Tygren fiddled with his sword. We’re doomed, but the people can’t know that he thought. I can’t lie to them, but how do I tell them? A crowd of soldiers now stood near the hill. Tygren sighed, seeing no choice but to tell them the harsh news.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! I need your attention now! We are under attack!” he shouted into the crowd of soldiers. The group stirred uncomfortably, but did not disband and continued to listen.
“We are being attack by the other tribes. This will by no means be an easy battle. When you think of giving up, keep fighting! Think of your spouse, your children, your grandparents, your loved ones!
“The day has finally come. The other tribes have wronged us unfairly. Think of the suffering we endured, the discrimination we faced, and the pain we suffered. Today is the day we redeem ourselves!” Tygren shouted.
“Aye!” the soldiers shouted.
“For our homes!” Tygren screamed.
“FOR OUR HOMES!!” the soldiers echoed. The invading force was now visible.
“There they are! ATTACK! FIGHT! FOR THE TRIBE!” Tygren cried. “CHARGE!”
