Bramuel stood still, staring forward at Andron and his two friends who stood in front of the beast demons outside Sam's brick house. Bramuel could hear the villagers standing beside him murmuring, in low tones, as they all watched the brewing clash.
Bramuel was, however, not paying any attention to any of their stories. He was thinking about Andron, as he now watched him from afar.
What had gotten into that boy that made him think he could fight these monsters? And who were those two strangers with him? And where did he get that marvelous sword in his hand?
The questions running through Bramuel's mind seemed endless. He then quickly moved over to the other side of the tree shade under which the onlookers stood. He stepped onto some twigs and stood behind a thicket, and he now trained
