Return of the Elven King

"Incoming, quick! Enemies are incoming!"

Marter climbed a small hill and warned at the top of his lungs. His voice spread far and wide, and soon caught the attention of a patrol team.

"Quick, inform the lead captain that there are enemies incoming!"

The patrol captain immediately ordered one of his soldiers to deliver the information. Seeing a bloodied Martar, he led the remaining four men towards him. They raised their torches as they tried to rescue him.

A few steps out and suddenly, a rain of arrows showered from the sky, killing them on the spot. Marter, who was standing atop the hill, jolted suddenly as more arrows pierced through his back. "Bam!" He rolled down the slope.