Emotions and monsters ( VII )

It was the dark of the night, Brandon and the rest of the soldiers could be seen sprinting toward the village with disturbed expressions on their faces. None of them were happy after leaving their lord behind, someone they were supposed to protect until their last breath.

Brandon and the two captains had the worst expressions, they still hated themselves for being so weak and having to rely on their young lord for protection.

As they got near the boundary of the village, a loud, bone-chilling shriek swept across the area, reaching their ears and filling them with panic. Some farmers working nearby heard the shriek as well, but it wasn't as loud and terrifying as what the soldiers heard. Still, it was enough to put fear into their fragile minds.

"That is the cry of the monster. Lord Rowan must be facing it right now. Oh, gods of our ancestors, grant him strength and divine protection," they all prayed silently in their minds.