Author's Note: I decided not to make this a new fic, because I didn't want to say who POV it is from.  Take a guess!  The answer will be revealed in Chapter 3…on June 6th or 7th…probably 6th.

I could hear them, closer and closer they came.  And, then they were upon me, screeching their war-cries.  I replied with my own defiant cry, and whirled to defend myself.  Their many daggers bit into me, drawing blood, and I fled.  Instantly I was ashamed of myself.

            I am a lord of my kind, and I run from a scratch of the enemy, I snorted at my own cowardice.  I will not run from this battle! I told myself, I will not allow myself to run!  I turned once more to face the horde as it charged towards me.  If I must die, then at least I will die bravely, facing my doom rather than fleeing from it.

            I slashed forward with my own weapons, cutting the air.  One of the enemy howled with triumph and leaped forward, thinking that because I didn't strike one of them I was weak.  His mistake.

            Both were solid hits to his chest.  I could hear the bones snapping as I hit him and he fell short of me, crying his pain to his comrades.  They ignored him, practically frothing at the mouth, so eager were they to destroy me.  I could see me reflected in their narrowed eyes, proud and strong, but still weak to them.  I had felled but one of them, they were thinking, how many could I destroy before they killed me?

            The truth was that their sheer numbers would bring me down before I could cripple all of them.  They knew this as well as I.  I shook my head, clearing such despairing thoughts from my brain.  One would think I had already given up if they were to see such thoughts.  I stood my ground as they approached, eyeing the one attempting to sneak up on my side.

            He thinks I am weak, I thought, I will prove him wrong!  I whirled, quicker than they thought possible and then the sneak-attack was foiled, the would-be-attacker letting loose a scream as I cracked his skull.  He fell and the others looked at each other, aware now that I was strong.  They hesitated for a second, but then the largest one, the one with the sharpest blades snarled an order to attack me and they lunged as one.

            I pushed forward, throwing my body at one of the attackers, my strong shoulder shoving him aside and onto one of his comrades.  One attack missed me, sharp points flashing by my side as I lunged straight into another of the enemy, crushing him to the ground.

            Then the largest one surged forward and his knives sank deep into my shoulder.  I screamed in pain and anger and stumbled, thrown off-balance by the sudden searing pain shooting through me.  Still the blades cling to me, somehow the enemy is able to keep a hold of me.  He pulled at me then, either trying to work his weapons free or trying to drag me down.  I twisted away, breaking his weapons' hold on me and responded with my own savage attack.  I missed as he dodged and tried to stab me again.  This time I was ready and a quick but strong plunge forward with my own weapons and he was the one who fell, his ribs cracked and blood seeping out to drop to the dusty ground.

            His followers were enraged now.  They regrouped around their leader, who still urged them forward.  He is a brave warrior, one that has fought many battles and won them, but he is still my enemy and I will show him no mercy, I thought.

            I barreled through the enemy's ranks, striking them down as I went, headed straight for the leader.  He staggered upright, snarling a warning to me, daring me to attack him.  I glared at him, and aimed for his skull.  I was about to end his life when I felt a sharp pain in my back.  One of his followers stabbed me.  My own concentration shaken, but not gone, I attacked the leader.  A cloud of dust rose around him as I struck him and I ignored the pain in my back to watch the dust settle.

            When it did, the leader lay in the dirt, his angry eyes dull and dead, his skull crushed.  Blood trickled from his head, running in crooked paths on the earth.  His followers cried out in dismay and then turned to me, wanting vengeance. 

            I challenged them this time, my temper boiling.  I was a lord, and I would not fall to them.  They would never destroy me, and though they have tried many times, they still have not destroyed me and I am stronger than ever before…

Author's Note: Guess the POV.  I don't think its too hard to figure out, but it's not some obscure character like… Farmer Maggot, for instance.