It was a Saturday unlike any other in Turlach’s (Tur-la’s) life. He had grown up listening to stories of these horrific monsters but he had never imagined the chaos and destruction they could create. As he laid under the heavy shield his father had laid on top of him waiting for the screams of terror to go away he kept thinking about how this happened and why did these creatures attack his village.
My father and I woke at sunrise just like every Saturday, we always got our food for the next week. Today father asked me if I would like to go hunting, fishing, or gathering?