Chapter NineWhat greeted Saras upon his return to Black Mountain was a vision straight
from one of his nightmares. Was this even really happening or had he
drifted off to sleep somewhere without realizing and found himself trapped
in his morbid imagination again?
Circling overhead was a group of frazzled eagles who fled as soon as they
spotted him.
Down below there was utter chaos.
Sea Folk and islanders, embroiled in b****y battle. Weapons threw sparks as
they clashed together. Bodies, bruised and bleeding, continued to give
everything they had to the fight, until they could give no more.
The intruders from the sea swarmed up the steep rock face like vermin,
aiming to overwhelm the troops of Black Mountain.
Not my war,
Saras thought, but suddenly it had become hard to convin
