Tom felt like telling a story of motivation. He was for stories, it was given; he loved his history. Stories of hundreds or thousands of years ago interested him, those stories have some thrill on them. But he cannot tell a story, he cannot tell his men to be brave and die in honor. The motivation he had died on his lips as he barked orders. Pulser! The Guardians have been crafty and have ambushed Tom and his Atons. Tom had first thought he was going to spy on their camps first and judge their strength in a person. There were things a man should see for himself than trust written words on paper. The Guardians descended on them two hours before waking while the sky held starts and Naamah disappearing on the east she was no longer visible where Tom was. The Guardians’ camp was still two d

