Chapter Twelve

The pandemonium shook the tents and the ground as men from the various Clan Heads converged at Carothu's Clan land. They were all dressed in their warrior attires and ranged from as young as sixteen to as old as forty. They shouted and ground their teeth in rage. Never in recent history had something of this sort happened,and never had all the clans' men converged for war.

It was a grim sight and shook the souls of the faint hearted. The blood of the men boiled with fury and their Spears and bows shook in their hands, eager for the seductive taste of blood. Vengeance, in her alluring way had erased all sense of restraint from their minds and only one song rang in their being, thirsty and hungry. A hunger that could only be satieted by the heads of the Atamesian soldiers and a thirst so intense, it burned their throats, yearning for the taste of blood.