Chapter 1


The wind whispered to the trees of something evil being planned. A tall thin man with sharp grey eyes stood up from his position by the fire. He leaned over and was about to pour himself a cup of coffee when a breathless man came running into the camp. At once the tall man ran up to him and proceeded to shake him furiously.

"What is it, what is it?" He asked anxiously.

The camp of 8 men had been waiting for days for some word that they would move south to meet up with General Boice's army of ten hundred men. The eight men in the camp had been to all the towns in the neighboring country spying to see if they could pick up any information on how many men were in King Bronsler's army. They had had little success. Slater (which was the name of the man who ran into camp) talked quickly.

"There are at least five hundred men coming from Goldale to help the king's army. Put that together with what the king already has and we are more than outnumbered".

Conns (which was the tall man's name) cursed quietly.

"But..." Slater continued. "They are taking Dulen Rode. It is easier but much longer than the mountain pass. The way they're going they will run into us".

Conns smiled evilly. "And they will be more than outnumbered," he said.


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