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The last and maybe most impressive group of Allies was the Dryads. They resembled tiny, winged balls of green light, but they arrived mounting gargantuan Redwood trees. "Moving trees?!" I gasped, looking to Naya for explanation. "Wicked cool," she said, "They're forest guardians. The goblins have been demolishing their trees for some weeks now, and from the looks of it, the Dryads are pretty pissed off." The Dryad atop the tallest Redwood acquiesced to come down and speak to us. Her tiny voice reminded me of the wind through the branches, a sound often heard during our morning run. "My name is Nizala. My family of ninety-three Dryads are yearning to avenge the deaths of our loved ones." Erik shook her hand with two of his fingers and we began to group for the march. According to Naya's father, it was sixty miles to Elon. I kissed Naya's face and we separated, each to her own battalion. I counted my twelvsies. There was Zac, Eco, Erye, Scipio, Alitha, Festa, Boniface, Marcus... where was Alice? Suddenly I felt a pair of arms sweep around my neck. "Hey guys, let's bounce out!" she said cheerfully. I stole one last look at Naya--her archer mate was lacing her quiver into the back of her chainmail. Alice slipped her arm through mine, and with one last call of "Victory!" we marched.
Nearly four hours later, we rested on a hillside opposite the city. I could see Elon's towers from here. We roasted marshmallows and awaited instruction from our Alpha. When at last a Delta came with the word, it was this: "Suit up, katanas in hand, fall in behind the 11th line and wait for the wolf-call to charge." We pulled on our metallic gloves, helmets, and swordbelts. I took Alice's hand and followed her from line to line. "8, 9, 10, 11th! We're here!" She sang out as we spaced out behind a stern line of Zetas. We marched with them for about twenty minutes, further up the hill where we'd have the advantage. I could see the enemy now, so far away that fifteen-foot giants resembled ants, and marching so slowly you could only tell they'd moved if you looked away. We waited for what seemed like forever, and Alice began a game of Telephone down our line. Don't ask me how the word "Polverian" turned into "Vegetarian," I haven't a clue. Finally, the enemy was within range of our archers, and several giants fell at the command of "Volleys fire!" I knew Naya's arrow struck the soft head of a giant, and the fingers of my sword-hand itched to slice into him, to finish the job. Instinct was taking control.
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The last and maybe most impressive group of Allies was the Dryads. They resembled tiny, winged balls of green light, but they arrived mounting gargantuan Redwood trees. "Moving trees?!" I gasped, looking to Naya for explanation. "Wicked cool," she said, "They're forest guardians. The goblins have been demolishing their trees for some weeks now, and from the looks of it, the Dryads are pretty pissed off." The Dryad atop the tallest Redwood acquiesced to come down and speak to us. Her tiny voice reminded me of the wind through the branches, a sound often heard during our morning run. "My name is Nizala. My family of ninety-three Dryads are yearning to avenge the deaths of our loved ones." Erik shook her hand with two of his fingers and we began to group for the march. According to Naya's father, it was sixty miles to Elon. I kissed Naya's face and we separated, each to her own battalion. I counted my twelvsies. There was Zac, Eco, Erye, Scipio, Alitha, Festa, Boniface, Marcus... where was Alice? Suddenly I felt a pair of arms sweep around my neck. "Hey guys, let's bounce out!" she said cheerfully. I stole one last look at Naya--her archer mate was lacing her quiver into the back of her chainmail. Alice slipped her arm through mine, and with one last call of "Victory!" we marched.
Nearly four hours later, we rested on a hillside opposite the city. I could see Elon's towers from here. We roasted marshmallows and awaited instruction from our Alpha. When at last a Delta came with the word, it was this: "Suit up, katanas in hand, fall in behind the 11th line and wait for the wolf-call to charge." We pulled on our metallic gloves, helmets, and swordbelts. I took Alice's hand and followed her from line to line. "8, 9, 10, 11th! We're here!" She sang out as we spaced out behind a stern line of Zetas. We marched with them for about twenty minutes, further up the hill where we'd have the advantage. I could see the enemy now, so far away that fifteen-foot giants resembled ants, and marching so slowly you could only tell they'd moved if you looked away. We waited for what seemed like forever, and Alice began a game of Telephone down our line. Don't ask me how the word "Polverian" turned into "Vegetarian," I haven't a clue. Finally, the enemy was within range of our archers, and several giants fell at the command of "Volleys fire!" I knew Naya's arrow struck the soft head of a giant, and the fingers of my sword-hand itched to slice into him, to finish the job. Instinct was taking control.
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