A Very Haunting Discovery

[Wingfoot]

Eoden crept slowly across the muddened lands. A white mist flowed across his eyes and feet, and the blunt smell of wood tickled his now. He felt fear grow across his stomach as he grabbed for his sword.

Eoden was out scouting fertile land for his new clan to live on. He was the bravest one, of course, so he was chosen. He, being his stubborn self, refused to go south, and went North right into the barrowdowns.

Eoden looked around silently. He knew where he had gotten himself too, but he tried to shun it. Soon a loud shriek blew him over and a powerful wind gust in his ear. He got him and looked ahead to a pack of dozens of ghostlike things hovering over the ground. He panted and ran behind a tree, hoping to disguise himself.

That is when he noticed them coming closer. He backed away and started running back to camp. Whatever these things were, they were attacking.

"HELP!" He cried, "We have attack!"

[Wingfoot]

It was about 100 yards away from the settlement when Eoden realized there would be no army to defend the area. The wights would easily conquer the territory and Eoden would become another captive.

The camp was setup near Rivendell, and elves could surely come to their aid, but they were scarce in these lands now and reinforcements were doubted.

Eoden reached the first building and rammed his back against it taking cover. The wights were far in the distance, but still coming closer. He rallied a few men to bear arms and they stood at the foot of the camp waiting. It was 10 measily men against 30 strong wights.

He thought to himself "This is the first time I've really been able to lead the men." Draco was always a step above him, and for good reason. Eoden felt a brush of warm feelings run throughout him and he was ready. Reinforcements or not, he would protect his village.

The wights soon reached the camp and charged at the men. Eoden charged as well, grabbing for his bow and stringing an arrow. He pulled back and let one go, right for the head of a wight. With a puff of smoke, the arrow went right through his head and into the woods, no harm done,

"Our weapons will not vanquish them!" He cried. "Run off to Rivendell!"

[Wingfoot]

Eoden dipped an arrow in a small fire on the roof of a little building. He let it go and to his surprise, it pierced the Wight and fell him. Eoden smiled and loaded more flaming arrows. He shot three at once, all piercing the face of a wight. He fell back to the middle of the village and continued his method of firing. But there were too many, he couldn't do it alone.

He ran back to the edge of the village now, the great city of Rivendell now high up in the distance. He shot more fire arrows at the wights, killing some.

Eoden closed his eyes and prayed. His village was burning. He had no arrows left, the wights were coming!

With a gasp Eoden awoke in the night.

[elessar]

"Good Morning. My name is Elessar. I'm a man it's lucky I found you. You shouldn't fall asleep alone in a place like this. It's full of evil. We should leave this place now. Take your rest once we leave here"

The man offered his hand in freindship."So who are you then?"