The words everyone had anticipated blipped up on screen
“TOMORROW WE FIGHT”
There it was. The fight that we had all foresaw. No one knew what they’d be up against and it could well be the end for most of us. But still, we remained optimistic and hoped for a resolve of some sort.
Tomorrow seemed to take a while to get to. Perhaps because we all didn’t get much rest, which is foolish as you’d think that the best thing for them would be to rest up before the big fight. Most of them had stayed up the night spreading fear and noxious rumours of the one they were up against.
“I hear that he can kill you just by looking at you”
“it’s a death trap”
“He has poison tentacles and if he touches you, than you’re done for!”
“I heard that he has fangs and can turn you into a zombie by biting you”
“We’ll never make it out alive”
It would seem that the fight was futile.
The fight was at Lego lane, a name given to it for its colourful Lego-like pavement. I found a group of them at the foot of a statue. The statue was of a horse, feet flung up in the air like it was about to stomp onto you. Mixie, a young girl I’d become acquainted to was sitting right up under the giant hoofs. She seemed frightened, even though she had come dressed in her best armour. I greeted her and sat next to her awaiting our next command.
I had noticed that most people hadn’t shown up. For the few who did, they seemed weak and smaller than usual, even though most of them were dressed in their best armour, welding their deadliest weapons.
After waiting for what seemed like hours a young boy came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. He was far too young to fight but he had a cross bow flung over his shoulder.
“I-i-it’s time” he stammered
To be continued…
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