By: ATMU I Fricken spent hours on Hours working hard to make this story come to life.So there for I made it. Disclaimed.
Chris Carson AKA ATMU
The sound of the marching foot steps made his hands shake. His eyes widen, his hair stand up on end. The feeling of the ground to which he so easily held control over, shake at the command of some one else. the sound of the birds felling from their trees as the war horn sounded. Looking in front of him Chris shook in side his clothing, his coat wrapped tightly around his body, His bow, swords, all of them at a beck and call from his friends. but the problem was. Could the four of them stand up to the Endless wave of the Men before him. And where was his cavalry the one he asked for when he left the Elven lands, where was his other friends. Why was he, the dog, the falcon, and the horse the only ones here.