TORINN's POV

"Torinn, see if you can get a good shot off on that frost sabre." Donaar whispered quietly into my ear.

I looked over the fallen tree the two of us where hiding behind, I had the perfect shot I raised my adamantium lined teak bow up to my face and drew the flax bowstring back and extended my bow holding arm. I took extreamly careful aim, I had to because if I did not I would starve the tribe and I would have a scale removed. Yes a scale, for my clan and I are dragon-born. Half human, half dragon.

I loosed my arrow it whistled through the air and deflected off of one of the frost sabre's tusks.

"Balasar be with me." I yelled as I threw my bow to Donaar and drew my runeite dagger from its sheath.

I ran for the sabre and it began to sprint away, but lucky for me I was just about as fast as it was. The sabre leaped over another fallen tree with just enough space underneath it for me to slide and continue running. The beast turned and dared me to charge it.

I did.

The sabre leaped over me turned and slashed at my leather chest plate. I spun and threw my dagger at it praying to Balasar that it would kiss its mark.

The dagger struck it's target, and the sabre fell to the ground.

"Donaar! I've killed the sabre! Hahaha! This will be a good meal for the tribe."

"that it will be." Said Donaar as he walked up.

"you have completed the trials of initiation into the Hunters of night."

"We can discuss this later, I trust you have my bow?"

"yes I do" Donaar said as he tossed my bow back to me.

"now we are faced with the task of getting this beautiful meal back to the camp." I said as I unstrung my bow carefully.

On the way back to the camp Donaar said, "you know your father would be proud of you."

"Don't speak of my father… he betrayed the tribe, my mother, and me. If I had the chance I would drain his blood into the great sea of Tabithar."

"you shouldn't say such things Torinn."

"I will say as I wish Donaar."

The rest of the way back to camp we where both silent.

As we reached the guard post, which is about 2 miles away from camp, we noticed that all of the gaurds had been slaughtered.

Without speaking a word Donaar and I dropped the frost sabre and sprinted to camp.

We where to late. The killers where still there though. Without thinking I drew my bow strung it and began to loose arrows into the crowd of Troggs.

Troggs are an enemy clan that is constantly murdering and pillaging other weaker clans.

"CALAM PEROTHES DAL FORGO!" I heard their warchief say.

I'm guessing that it meant something allong the lines of attack. Because masses of troggs desscended upon me.

I drew my dagger and began to kill them. All of them.

After the last had been slaughtered and it was just the war chief I drew near to him.

"Nah calam mel."

It means don't kill me. I did any way.

I made it my mission to hunt down the survivors of our clan because not all had been killed in the attack.