Another day.. Another day..
The trees closed in and the forest swallowed them whole, its belly was dark and loud with unseen wildlife. Rounding one bend late in the afternoon Hale instantly jumped and drew his Broadsword with a scream. Large birds lifted off rattling the canopy above. Beams of sunlight lit up the abandoned camp, the fire was still smoking. You could smell them, why did they choose our village. What cosmic dice roll led them to our home. What eternal machinations caused her to be standing outside that moment. Kas pulled him down the trail, “Don’t think about it, I could tell you were thinking about it.” Hale pulled away and started walking. Kas pressed on, “That moment when you completely lost control of your life. When you couldn’t even grasp the situation. That uncomfortable stillness where you’re already trying to figure something out before its happened.” After a minute or two of silence Kas yelled out “Aw come on Hale we’re alive aren’t we?” A low bellow sounded from ahead as Kas’s exclamation echoed into the woods. The rumble of the creatures communicating made his rib cage vibrate. They crouched down and nodded at one another, the beasts knew. The element of surprise was fleeting. Hale stood up and ran screaming into the darkness, Kas followed close behind. Each wielding long two handed swords, they charged into the Ogre camp. The matte metal blades swung in perfect arcs mutilating the first few. They roared in defiance as they were deafened by the Ogres scream. Without sound, melee combat is almost beautiful. Hale could hear the distant crash of a wave followed by the white noise of its retreat. They knew there were too many. They hadn’t even killed five of them before Hale sat on the ground dying. The seductive waves of death were louder than ever. “Today was a good day to die”.