Daramlhoardd’s War

Alldelham and Karodem stood on the sandy shore of the Drimwold Deep.
Neither of them noticed the gentle waves lapping across their booted feet as they gazed out over the wide expanse of water. Red sparks and flames licked hungrily at the dark night sky. Shouts of anger, of fear came from the camp of the enemy.
Alldelham touched the prince’s bare arm, “Come my nephew-son, we must get whatever sleep we can. The moon promises tomorrow to be a day of blood and death.”
Karodem looked at the red face of the setting moon and shuddered.

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