Spring has come

**Big thanks to Luke Karls for your support**

"hahaha" laughter resounded through out the village as people drunk flagons of Unicorn milk and wine.

The women danced around the fire with the children running from one side to the other, their laughter carrying over.

The whole tribe was celebrating the fact that spring had began. Spring meant crops could be grown once again, they could finally say goodbye to their hunger and best of all the raids had come to an end.

It was common sense to all of the Skagossi tribes. Spring was their time to heal the wounds of winter battles between tribes during the first year of spring rarely happened unless provoked.

"I tell yer Alvyn, I was beginning to think spring would never come"

"Aye Barth, bloody thing lasted almost a decade, a decade long winter." Alvyn downed another flagon after saying that, "I heard that the winter didn't last as long at the mainland though apparently their winter ended years earlier"

"Bah, and that's why their soft. We are stone born and winters are but the passing of wind to us". Barth did not understand what his friend meant with his last words but him being piss drunk just offered an aye and burst out laughing.

It was at that moment that Barth took notice of the raven watching him, once he was aware of its existence he was aware of the one next to it.

All to soon Barth noticed that everywhere the where ravens watching them. Each one with human intelligence in their eyes, telling him there was a warg behind each one.

The sudden realization sobered him up instantly. He quickly notified Alvyn and the others and soon celebrations had come to a halt with everyone observing the Ravens.

The silence lasted a solid minute before all the Ravens took off at once cawing as the did so. The cries sounding like an ominous warning to all who heard it.

The people of the tribe were confused as to what exactly was happening when a sharp cry was heard. "Raid!!!" The scream caused all the warriors to rush for their weapons to meet the enemy but it was too late.

The enemy moved upon them like shadowcats they made not a sound and we're upon the people before they could react. The sheer numbers of the enemy made many a man abandon the thought of fighting, with fleeing being the only thought occupying their minds.

They took of into the woods they had grown accustomed to the past winter. They hoped their familiarity with it would allow for their escape but as they continued they saw flames dancing in the darkness and as the grew closer they saw what it was.

There were more invaders here awaiting them, at the helm of the invaders was a man dressed in leathers and furs. He had a chest plate alongside vambraces on both his forearms, he had a firm grip on the axes he held in both arms.

A clear look at the man's face revealed he was but a boy, a tall one but still a boy who couldn't be more that three and ten.

His face had runes drawn with what seemed to be blood, the madness clearly visible in his eyes as well as his grin caused many women to grip their children tightly.

The group of survivors immediately split with majority trying their hardest to escape with the rest deciding to meet their enemy in battle.

The leading invader's grin grew as he saw some of the men charge straight for him, his hands opened as though welcoming their charge.

Once the first got close, the invader leaned back avoiding the wide swing before holding one axe in a reverse grip and burying it in his opponents guts.

As the invader ripped his axe out the man's gut followed dying the fresh grass a bright red. The invader continued on to the next man, disarming him in one quick move before burying his axe into the man's skull causing his blood to spurt out on to the invader's face as well as into his mouth.

The invader stood still after removing his axe allowing for the corpse to fall before him, a look of bliss overcame his features as he savoured his enemies blood.

A sad sigh escaped his lips as he spoke, "remember Arthor said he wants them alive. So try not to kill them all... one or two is fine however. Now Charge!"

With Lothor's words the army pounced like wolves upon sheep.

Spring had arrived and with it, their vengeance.