(TFOR) Chapter 5: Happened Before Expectations

The Strike Bell does its job when the time met its show off date, allowing the demonstration of its true purpose, achievable from the past. It works really well as a broadcasting tool for the village, warning the citizens to prepare for incoming attacks of all unfriendly foes. Although, it doesn't mean that victory will be in their laps.

Tane heard the loud and stressful sound of the Strike Bell. He and the strangers in the tent ran out, following the emphatic sound of the cannons fired intensely across the grass, over the freshly built walls by the survivors, left from the well-known raid.

"Watch Out! Nine o' Clock!" the woman shouted.

Everybody dodged to their preferred sides swiftly. They could see a heavily armored minotaur striking through the same spot they stood milliseconds ago. After the attempt of the robust assault, the minotaur's ravishing horns luckily got lodged into one of the fence posts. Tane saw a typical raising of an orange colored flag, reporting the difficulty level of their new enemies. The shown flag informed Tane of the enemies’ current state: Spear - 12

Tane was very surprised that it didn’t get through Halberd - 20. After collecting his thoughts to the situation, he heard a familiar bark, it was Bud’s. Bud dashed to his recognizable owner and licked him rapidly, trying to recover its owner’s minuscule injuries. Tane grabbed Bud by the belly and hugs him tight. He then, told the rest to head to the Evacuation Bunker as quick as possible.

Minutes passed by as he tried calling the guards to aid the injured residents. He strangely noticed that something isn’t quite right, besides the instance of the Spear - 12 raid entering the village when he was about to talk to some innocent strangers. Suddenly, Tane felt a rate of pain starting to rule his body. It wouldn't stop. He then abruptly felt a spot of pain standing out on a particular part of his body. He had a glimpsed at his hand and found out that one of his whole fingers are missing, recreating a hole on his hand like a long chunk of sausage being sliced off a chopping board. Tane screamed. He rolled wildly on the wet soil, suffering. Suffering, like never before. The red water poured on the floor as Tane almost went unconscious. From the looks of situation, the Blue Guía has abandoned from the possession of Tane, gone with his missing finger.

Across the blazed and distorted fields of which once was full of green and grace, determined to hold the people’s bright future, stood a person in a dark purple robe, engraved with unknown glyphs and a dark blue metallic mask. He was followed by the riot of half of the foremost sinister helmet-wearing people throughout the mainland. These people are known to be the European Blue Helmet Group.

“Halt, my children. Looks like found something to play.”

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