A Saxhleel Story: Prelude
#1 of A Saxhleel Story
A prelude to Ej's life story
It was a typical night in the marsh. The two moons hung brightly in the sky illuminating a small rain soaked village. The native lizard folk milled around, going about their typical nightly routines. Some talked amongst themselves while others ate or enjoyed playing music. All in all, it was peaceful, and so it was long into the night. When time came for everyone to head to their huts and turn in, some remained on watch, guarding their village from night predators. When hours had passed and the moons sunk beneath the horizon, bathing all but what was illuminated by the torches in shadow, an eerie silence fell over the small village. That is when the shadows began to move. Silently they stalked into the village. Quiet arrows pierced the guards hearts as they fell into the waiting arms of the red eyed shadows, as to not alert the inhabitants. The intruders then began to work quickly, pulling the lizard folk from their homes and slaying those who put up too much of a fight. It did not take them long to sow enough chaos to drag the entire village from their homes and into the night. After all was said and done, the spell of silence ended and the sounds of the swamp returned, leaving a dead and empty place in it's wake.