Outsiders(1)

So this is what it feels like to march to battle, Torghan thought, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his short axe, his shield pressed firmly against his chest. The cold morning air bit at his skin, but he hardly noticed. His heart pounded in his ears, not from fear, but from something else entirely—anticipation.

Excitement.

The warriors had moved faster than he'd imagined possible. Just last night, the summons had gone out, carried from fire to fire, from home to home. By dawn, the warriors stood ready, their weapons sharpened. It was a sight Torghan had dreamed of since he was a child, watching the men return from raids, bloodied and triumphant. And now, at long last, he was among them.