Enna is a Land God: Book 1

The Invasion Begins

The sun had just gone down on the third day after I awoke after evolving the foxie, when the alarm was first sounded. Brixie and I had been helping Brax into his house- the older male had thrown out his back trying to teach a few young ones the 'proper way' to dig holes for fence posts. but all three of us stopped in our tracks when we heard several shouts of alarm echoing up from the main gate.

"Enna, please stay here with my father." Breathed Brixie, her eyes flashing with worry. She released Brax and most of the man's weight fell to my shoulder. Not that he was very heavy.

"Brixie, wait!" I called as the foxie woman dashed down the hill toward the ruckus.

"Oren, Draxly!" Snapped Brax, calling to his two aids- body guards really but Brax refused to accept he needed body guards during these troubled times- as we stood before the entrance of his home. "Go with my reckless daughter and keep her safe."

A short man with broad shoulders, blue eyes and a scar down his right eye flashed past, his brown fur and pale skin just a blur. That was followed by a second man, this one fox faced with blue-ish black fur and stunning golden eyes that I could still notice even with him darting past me. Oren had become a foxman and was one of the best flame wielders after Brax himself, while Draxly was the best hand to hand fighter the village had to offer. I didn't like seeing Brixie rush off into danger, but if anyone could keep her safe it would be those two.

"Come on, lets get you inside." I said, anxious to go check on the situation myself, even though there was little I could do to help, if the truth were to be told.

Brax grumbled profusely as I led him in, steeling aggravated glances over his shoulder as we went. I knew he wished to defend his people but there was little he could do in his current state, weather he wished it or not.

"I'm going to see what I can do." I told the elder once I had him sat down next to the fire pit. He pulled out his pipe and eyed me worriedly, but said nothing. "I won't do anything overtly dangerous." I told him.

Brax sighed, lighting the pipe. "I will not stop you... not that I can. But please keep in mind that to loose you would be catastrophic for the forest, not just the foxie. The goblins may not realize or even accept who you are but the damage will be done all the same if they get their hands on you."

Duly fearful, I nodded but steeled my resolve all the same. I couldn't just sit around here, not knowing what was happening, even if there was not much at all that I could do to help. "I will be careful."

Outside, the closer I got to the gate, the more chaotic everything became. First of all, this should not have come as a surprise. There were supposed to be scouts posted through out the forest so that, if goblins were spotted, then they could hurry back and warn the village. But we had not been warned at all.

I turned a corner and nearly ran into Brin. "Lady Enna!" She gasped and I saw that she had the arm of a foxmen slung over her shoulder and was aiding him to safety.

I do not know why I was shocked to see that he was bleeding, that his belly was barely held closed by a sing, pale hand. Nor did I think to see the proud and composed Brin streaked in blood over her porcelain skin, her hair now in knots and her too short robe torn in several places. I should have anticipated that. I should have been prepared to see blood and wounded and smell the fear in the air... but I really, really was not. Maybe, some where in my subconscious, I still though this was all just a dream, that if anything truly bad occurred than I would just be shocked awake.

But this was not a dream, and this foxman was dying before me, his life leaking out onto Brin's robes and the green, green grass.

I took one deep breath, squared my shoulders, and decided to be affected later. Now... now my foxie needed me. In what ever capacity I could offer.