by Setlu Vairst
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With its sharp eyes staring down to where the mass of humans were trying to fight their way through the narrow gap that would lead the evil humans into the passages, the eagle could only slowly shake its head.
It was a day that the great eagle had expected to come but had not expected it to come so soon. ‘The beasts are not yet ready for the great battle that is to come.’
Continuing to stare at the shadowy expanse of human flesh that led from the far forests and across the desert sand, the eagle continued looking for any signs of any other beasts that were trying to cross the desert and reach Essilon. There was nothing upon the sands except the human army and the only sounds that filled the heated air were the chants and shouts that came from the vile throats of the humans.
‘The day for the battle is almost upon us and there is still no sign of the Chosen One. This land may see the final demise of all beasts as the hated humans destroy each and every one of us.’
Fluttering his huge wings, the eagle shuddered, feeling a cold glide across his body even though the sun was still high and pouring out its relentless heat.
