The morning light had barely touched the edges of the sky when the village was thrown into chaos.
One of Zaria’s men came running from the edge of the village, his loincloth soaked with sweat and his face pale.
“They’re coming!” he shouted, breathless. “Winged beasts! Dozens of them from the sky!” he added.
Zaria looked up sharply, her expression darkening.
“Damn it,” she cursed under her breath. She turned and shouted, “Sound the alarm! Everyone, take positions!” she added.
Loud gongs rang through the village. People rushed out of their homes, grabbing weapons, children, or each other. The air was suddenly full of panic.
Zaria met Kieran halfway near the large brick house.
“I need your help,” she said without wasting time. “I gave you shelter, and now I ask you to return the fav
