“On the eve of the first frost, the sentry of wild will wake. This avatar of man’s demise will be joined by a rider, cloaked in darkness and atop a horse of strictly bone. Together, Sentry and Rider will test your species, humans, and I fear you will not fair well.” The squirrel said.
The words fell heavy on the group of heroes, regular people no more than a month ago, thrust into a position of power, standing before the squirrel. Fresh off their most recent victory, news of another fight was demoralizing. The joyful rest they had earned gave way to fear. Feet shuffled nervously, every stomach twisted into knots. The five heroes had the wind knocked out of them.
All except Sandy, that is. Sandy was trying to hide her laughter and failing tremendously.
“Sorry, guys,” she said as the chuckling hit uncontrollable.
“Sandy, for the reals, this is a serious omen from Lord Tolor,” Bea tried to calm her teammate.
“Does no one else find Lord Tolor absolutely adorable? I can’t be the only one. Each prediction of our untimely demise is cuter than the last,” Sandy explained.
Tony laughed once, “you know, she has a point.”
“Be that as it may, you must begin your training immediately. I must go now. There’s a hummingbird feeder I simply must investigate,” Lord Tolor said. His bounced away and the team went to work.
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