Opal Grainwind Chapter 7
Since the Demon Plague
was put to death
we in Coastend rested.
Disposed of the dead,
rebuilt houses
and we returned to work.
The three months since then
busy with work
passed by in a whirlwind.
But during that time
rumors reached us
of a deadly menace.
Can there be no peace?
Ever more strife!
Icebrunt always suffers.
It was said there were
monstrosities
walking across the land.
Conglomerations
of animals
as large as the mountain.
Rumors must be false
such claims are wild.
How could they be so large?
Yet we just survived
reviving dead
slaying those still alive.
We knew of this truth,
the Demon Plague.
These giants could be real.
I hoped we were safe
in the cold north
far away from this threat.
We saw a turtle
far to the west
cresting the horizon.
It trundled closer
and then we saw
it had a horned bull head.
Ant like legs carried
its bulk towards us
we were in dire trouble.
My people moved not,
terror stricken,
we watched our doom approach.
I tried to rally.
We had to flee.
We could not fight this foe.
My hope was fruitless
when the giant
walked right through my village.
A few of us fled
escaped its wrath
but many folks perished.