war giant

(Datius)

run!!!

this was all i heard as i sat on my bed,

i am in a confuse state as i hear roar outside.

"what is that noice, nancy?" i shouted,

no answer, only screams echo in the distance,

i force myself awake,

walk to my window and pull it open,

thats when it all sink in,

a thirteen foot man was in a battle with six smaller men who seem to be loosing,

i watch his cloths, all mudy n dirty,

made of goat skin, must have wore it for so long that it stuck to his body so that you think it was part of his being.

his body is very hairy and his hair must have been a nice yellow once but now covered in mud look more gray.

the time it took me to make this observation was enough for two of the men in combat to be given deathly blows and now lay in their own self made pool of blood dead.

the remain four keep the battle rageing on.

something about this huge man unsettle me,

the way he fought, leaning to the left and trying to protect his left side from being attack, something about him don't seem right,

he is very muscular like a body builder but in a crude way,

his right leg has too many a scar at the knee area like it has bleed too many times, and his arms, his left arm holding something, no, someone, a lady, yellow hair, seem asleep or knocked out,

the way he holds the lady do not seem to be one of claim but of protectiveness,

and she seem to have similar clothing as this tall man who right now was being circled,

finally it hit me

The Giant is fighting to protect the lady from the attacking men who as I now see are not from the village.

these are men draped in cloths that bears the Akuru symbol, the second most deadly and feared clan in the four kingdoms, they bring death where ever they went.

I remembr nancy, my sister who at this time of day would have been at the stream close by, I ponder if she is safe, I know what the Akuru clan would do to anyone who gets in the way of their goals, my own village, the valaria clan has been at multiple disputes with this clan, they are the sole reason am right here, healing from memories past.

my anger grows as I think of my sister being among the dead who must have been slain in their pursuit.

my hand felt heavy, I feel the familiar touch of my sword, drawn and ready.

I must have picked it up while I was lost in my thoughts.

I reach for the door without a glance at the house that have serve as a home to me and my sister ever since our parents and siblings died.

only thing I could think off was kill them all.