KGWingfeatherFan: !

Ok, here is a username for you:
Your-Not So-AverageBookNerd
How 'bout that?
And Everyone says I'm the worlds biggest Kal fan. But hey, who knows? I've read the whole books series 9 times. I AM NOT KIDDING! Pls. Write. More! Also, my nickname is Tink. ALSO NOT KIDDING!

A/N: That's a nice username, I think I'll build off of it!

Also, this guy I'm talking about, has read the Wingfeather Saga at least 14 times. He's my brother (not by blood, if you're a part of The Thwap House, you get it) and his nickname is "Kal". Everyone on YouTube, Instagram, Facebook, and The Thwap House knows him as "Kalmar's Greatest Fan In The World".

Not that it's a competition...

Also I decided on my username!

Just-A-Girl-Who-Likes-Writing

I think it's kind of catchy...

Anyway...

On with the story!

Also, this chapter gets a little...emotional.

"Oh no..."

Janner noticed the worry in Artham's eyes. "What is it?" He asked.

Artham shook his head. "You need rest. Get to the safe room and get with the fam-"

Janner shook his head. "No. I'm staying here. And fighting."

Kal sighed. "Janner, the family needs protection."

"They're safe right where they are." Janner retorted.

Kal shook his head. "Pleeeeaaaase Janner?"

Janner shook his head, and stood up, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Kal sighed, and looked at Artham.

Artham only nodded his head at the brothers, then jogged off to talk with the people.

Kalmar sighed, then followed him.

Janner stayed behind, watching the horizon. He couldn't see the ocean from there, because of how far inland they were, but he knew what was coming.

Fear.

Anger.

Hatred.

Death.

Killing.

Pain.

Things that he had hated so much because they were linked somehow and someway to everyone he loved.

Nia had lost Esben. Death.

Kalmar was scared to rule, and even sometimes now he was scared to rule. Fear.

Leeli had nearly lost her entire family to the Fangs, and hated them for it. Hatred.

Arundelle had lost Artham, and she saw what had happened to him because of the Fangs. Anger.

Artham had lost his brother, and many of his friends when Anniera was attacked. Killing.

And Sara had lost her family, her friends, where she grew up, and was left to the Overseer, who abused her with his cruel whip and coffin. Pain.

You'll lose this battle.

Janner tried to block the thought out of his mind.

Anniera will fall. Your family will be lost. Your mother and uncle and aunt will be killed. Your siblings and girlfriend will be lost to the Pirates, sold as slaves. Everyone you love with either die, or be taken hostage.

Janner gritted his teeth, trying to block the dark thoughts from his mind.

The last part about his siblings and Sara being sold as slaves rang in his head, over and over.

Before, long before the Fangs were defeated, they had been known to trade with the Symian Pirates, selling innocent Skreeans for money or weapons. There were stories of how badly the pirates would abuse those poor people, subjecting them to such hard labor, with no food or water or rest. There were even darker theories, of what the pirates would do to torture the slaves, finding it a great hobby.

Janner couldn't bare to think about that.

He didn't even want to imagine what he would do to those pirates if they ever laid a hand on his family.

He decided to put that anger towards fighting the Fangs, the ones who truly deserved the anger.

When Janner was mad, he would lose his temper.

And when he lost his temper, he was at his strongest and most powerful state.

"People of Anniera!" Kalmar stood on a barrel, arms stretched wide, gathering everyone's attention.

"The Fangs have touched down on Anniera. Any minutes they could arrive here, in Rysentown. But...this is where we hold the battle. This," He swept his hands, motioning to Rysentown, "is where we make our stand."

Everyone cheered.

Then the attack hit.

"PREPARE YOURSELVES!" Artham bellowed, as arrows started to fly down on them.

Luckily, there were many places to get cover from the raining arrows, and the Sheild bearers had formed a defense formation, one that kept the arrows at bay.

Then the Fangs rushed into the city.