Sep 28, 2020
The Battle:
The skies are gray, and there is a chilled whisper the wind carries over the island. The port is unusually quiet, everyone working on projects or baking or making sales. A sound cuts through the silence, clear as a bell. A loud crow breaks the skin of false calm, followed by a raucous crashing through the woods. Whoops and howls and war cries as a dozen painted lost boys and girls emerge from the forest wielding swords and daggers and clubs.
They come to rescue the ones trapped in the prison; they come for blood.
