Ok everyone, next chapter underway because I got a review from the wonderful CherryTree360.

CherryTree360: Oh no! It's great that your lunch was good, but right across the street from the aqaurium? That doesn't bode well. Personally, I suspect murder of the aquarium's inhabitants. ;)

To the rest of you, keep reading!

The gate falls, and I catch my breath a little bit. The orcs that have survived this long are strong and experienced, which doesn't bode well for us. However, there is no turning back now.

"Forth, Eorlingas!" Théoden cries, leading the charge down the gateway.

I place my knife back in it's sheath, there isn't much good it can do me now. Because I am reaching down to kill my foes, I need something with a longer reach. Swords are useful for so many things. Sometimes I wonder why it's not a law that everyone carries one.

I am surprised at how easy it seems to knock the orcs off the bridge leading up to the keep. Since Ashling blocks all of the center, and my sword swings at my left side, most of the orcs only have one choice; go up the right side. Luckily for me, orcs do not have very good balance, and most of them tumble down and away, into the pile of carcasses that already lie, a monument to the dead and the brave, against the great wall. It is a sobering sight.

Once our charge gets off the bridge, though, things do not go nearly as well. The orcs come from every side, frothing and foaming like rabid dogs that used to run lose in Kyria.

So this is how it ends.

And then a piercing white light shines over the crest of the rock wall. A light that shine from the end of a great staff.

Ok, I know it's, like, the shortest chapter in existance. But I busted my butt at the computor all day long, so cut me some slack.

Please review.

~Anastasia