Literature
The Calling
A red streak of blood ran across the young man's left cheek, oozing out of a newly inflicted wound. Alder pushed his headband up, rubbing his coarse hands against the steel blade. Battle raged in the background as swords clashed, and soldiers fell cold onto the dirt ground. The lad made his way to the side of his brother, Maurth, as he sliced the head of a goblin open.
"We can't last for long!" he hollered, sending his blade whirling in the opposite direction. The victim screamed in agony as the blade plunged into its flesh.
Maurth cast his brother a weary look with his green eyes, exhaustion clearly written on his pale deathly face. "We'll