THE TREATY

The heat from the sun was blazing and there we stood on top of the watchtower in Fuego together with two archers and the messenger who spoke with Gilderoy earlier in dawn. The tower was so huge and way too different from what I saw when I woke up when I arrived at Trandoz with Cedrick. It stood still like strong and huge stone on top of Fuego.

Dad was holding a wooden telescope in his right hand to his eyes. He must have been sighting the location of the elves.

“When are we going to shoot them Chief?” A Gyard archer standing on the ground shouted.

“Be still archers. We cannot be too aggressive. These elves are not just piece of porridge we can hastily gulp. Just stay on guard and heat up your fire pits,” Gilderoy ordered.

The archer was silenced by what Gilderoy said.

“W-Wha-What’s happening?” confused, Dad suddenly asked himself.

Gilderoy grabbed the wooden telescope from Dad’s hand. “Why? What did you see?” he held it into his eyes.

“I don’t understand. I can’t see what they’re doing. Their number suddenly decreased,” Dad responded.

Just as Dad has finished his answer, the telescope fell down on the floor. Dad looked up to Gilderoy. Gilderoy looked stunned.

“W-What?”

“They’re diminishing,” Gilderoy stared at Dad. There was something in his stare that made me conclude there was no way that they should remain calm in the moment. “What does it mean? Are they retreating? Are we safe now?” Gilderoy asked.

Dad picked up the wooden telescope and held it into his eyes and it wasn’t that long before it fell again and we suddenly heard a loud flapping of wings. And before we could say anything, Dad yelled. “Get down,” Dad screamed like he never screamed before and at the same time, a deafening cry of an eagle filled the air. A huge eagle dove into the tower dashing right into me. It dashed right through me in just a split second and it felt like it could carry me away even if I was just a spirit.

“Fire away,” someone from the group of Gyard archers outside the tower shouted. “Shoot the eagle.”