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The man stood on the watchtower of the small Nordland village, like he had done for the last few hours. He was old compared to the others of the watch, and stood just over 6 feet tall. He had a long, grey beard, with some remains of last evening's dinner still hidden inside it. The townspeople simply called him 'Joris', and sometimes laughed at him. Nothing to remind him of his past as an officer in the army. They knew nothing about him. He didn't even know why he was still here.
It was early in the afternoon and it was bloody cold. The snow had been falling for hours without end, so most of the people remained inside the warmth of their homes. Joris and the other guards remained close to the warmth of braziers and other sources of warmth. They couldn't see anything because of the damned snow. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sound could be heard. It wass low, like a drum used by the Northmen as marching music. But it was different. As if a huge amount of air was being moved. The guards immediately ran to the wooden walls and towers, hoping to see anything. They saw nothing.
'Probably that sorcerer living on the mountain.' one of them said.
'Yep, that man is crazy.'
The sound continued while the men walked back. Only Joris remained, trying to trace the sound from a watchtower. The sound got louder and louder.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Joris finally found out the location from where it came from, and looked at it, trying to see anyth
ing. He saw what it was. Too late.
Several yards in front of him, descending from the mountain, hung a large two-headed dragon, with red eyes. They stared at him through the mist. On it's back sat a man clad in ornate, black armour. He had a helmet with horns on it. A northmen.
'DRAGON!' he shouted from the walls.
In an instant, everyone grabbed their weapons, and ran to the walls. Most of them had rifles or bows, luckily. It looked like they could take it down. They could survive this attack. They knew they could. Until other noises began echoing across the valley. Horns. Wardrums. The Northmen had arrived. In force.
Joris ran as fast as he could. From the walls, to the houses. He shouted something to those who were in their houses. They had to leave, right now. Joris ran further, through the gate, and from the town. He ran as fast as he could. Not because he was a coward, but because he had to inform Nordland's generals and Elector Count. He ran without looking behind, until he thought he was far enough from the town. He couldn't hear anything unusual. Save for in the distance. Hooves. Outriders, it had to be. They couldn't be Northmen for sure, so he ran to them for help.
It would be his final mistake.
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As a note, I'm doing this from my phone once again. I'm hoping to add more soon, ans comments are more then welcome and appreciated. Any comments on improving my writing would be most welcome, usefull, etc!
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