Darkness was afoot in White Shadow Falls. Nature's voice started to die out and the Sun's glare retreated from the plains and grasslands as the the Sun went down and night fell. This little town was located in a rural, isolated area. This settlement was quite short-handed when it came to financial stability. By nightfall most residents of White Shadow Falls were safe and sound indoors, the only place where the terror which this town has become accustomed to could do them no harm. Everyone except the ones brave enough to make a stand. Noble, courageous men, previously women, who had their families to fight for, these were the ones who defended the fright-filled encampment. It was their duty to rid the town of this calamity, that was their motivation.
There were only four defenders left of the group. All four were the best fighters the defenders had. The final alliance were three righteous knights and one grisly wizard. They were once much more stronger in numbers, but not everyone is made for that type of work. Some were taken out in action and some quit. Each evening at nightfall they prepared themselves for an onslaught of drakes and a handful of bloodshed. These brave men were frequently bad-mouthed by a share of the people, often portrayed as foolish and half-witted. It didnt make a difference to them, they just considered themselves "unsung heroes." This gossip was spoken as if the town was completely oblivious to the fact that this settlement where they lay their heads at night would be in total shambles if they didn't fend off these beasts. These beasts were dragon-like creatures, they only made an appearance during after hours. This especially made them difficult to detect in the night-sky. Each one had dark scales and two deadly horns on its head. Looking into the sky with a naked eye, the only thing that could be scrutinized were the glowing red eyes of the leviathans. All that could be heard were slow, ceaseless wings flapping. It wasn't often that the beasts would exit the skies and hunt the ground, but when they did, it was certainly brutal. They only came at night, no one really understood why. Some civilians classified these monsters as "vampire-ish." That may have been so, but these beasts were still very mysterious, which made them especially hard to be slain.
That time is upon White Shadow Falls. Distant wing flapping was now in earshot, which meant the fiends were near. When the first sounds of wings were heard usually meant they were about six to seven minutes away. These beasts weren't the fastest flyers. The majority of the short population have already scurried indoors. People who had late business quickly made their way to their homes. The gravel streets of White Shadow were empty, lifeless, and deserted. The sound of wind gusted through the town. The defenders met at the town gate, equipped with their most effective weaponry. This was routine for them, every single night they did this. They stood waiting for these drakes to arrive.
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