Chapter 18: Remember the Titans

Some people feel the rain, others just get wet. In the case of eliminating the involuntary cause of your problems, who is truly the victim?

This was the question the people of Marcos were forced to confront as they watched a god-like monster rise above the wall.

It had the makings of a black bull but stood like a man. Its body was tough, furry, and muscular, its straight pointed horns shadowed the furious eyes screaming for blood.

One could hear it panting from miles away, its snout releasing crackling burning ash.

The escorts tried to help the princess run away, but the noise it made with a single drawn growl shook the earth and threatened to burst their ears.

Its sights were set on the city where the black knights were already assembled on the wall on their pegasus. The gong of the city bell warned the now chaotic streets of the obvious, that the end was near.