[ IP ] King of the Sky

Harold knew it was too late as soon as he saw the green mass emerge from the sky. Although he was as tall and as broad as any other man of his clan, he was just shy of16 years in this life but wise beyond his years. His face wore a pensive look, covered in a long, rough brown beard, almost to compensate for his shaven head. His companion and closest friend for all those years, Christof, grabbed him roughly by the arm, “ I... I... It ca n't be real, can it? ” 
 
 Harold contemplated silently, looking at the fear in Christofs eye. Although only 6 days seperated them in age, Christof was slight in stature, no more than a child, with a wisp of a blonde beard on his chin, his long blonde hair braided down his back. They had been told the tales of Gn'arr for as long as they could remember, spending nights shivering around the warm fire while their fathers had laughed and drank, recounting tales of this fabled creature, green scales shimmering as it lay scorn to villages similar to theirs for hundreds of years. As they grew older they believed it less and less and would join in with the laughter, sharing mead between them. 
 
 “ I fear we must return to the village Christof. This is a dark omen ” 
 
 The two boys silently packed up their gear, each buckling their shields to their back and shouldering their spears. They had been practising for hours on the crest of the mountain, each hoping to become men at the Festival of the Moon on the morrow.
