High above the ground, an eagle is soaring over a small village surrounded by the great green grassland. It had learned in his early days that hunting the two leg’s animals could be a dangerous enterprise. Their sharp spears and arrows could tear him from the white clouded skies and bring him down into the eternal darkness. So he kept his distance, but something was drawing his attention towards the village nevertheless.
The first sign was his smaller cousins, the vultures. How he hated his cruel kindred who devoured rotten death flesh, cackling among themselves doing so. There were many of them circling the village. He dived against them and they scrambled out of his way, knowing that he would rend his talons into their flesh and tear them from their elevated position, if he got close. They were a lesser kin and he had the noble rights of the eagles to dominate the skies.
As his wicked cousin circles away and he himself draws closer to the ground, he sees why they had taken an interest in the village. The two legs… what were their names again… humans. The humans were fighting among themselves again. The ugly hard sounds that came from their mouths, the clashes of their metal sticks echoed up to his domain. Those sounds and the dark smoke rising, he had experienced before and it never ended well. But he did not care, let the humans destroy themselves if they wanted to do so.
He had unfolded a thought once he understood what was going on. The human animals would usually be left to fend for themselves during such a spectacle. And he had spotted long ago, a few goats grazing in the southern part of the village, that he desired. But a two foot youngling with a bow had always spotted him, so he had abandoned the idea to grab a goat, until now.
As he swoops down closer towards the village and the southern farm, he sees a group of humans moving with great haste from the farm and northwards to the largest structure in the village. But his joy that the farm is left untended, falls quickly as there isn't a single goat in sight. Curse the winds that lift my wings he mutters to himself. Curious, he circles back to observe the human group instead, which seems to join up with a larger group that disappears inside the large structure. How foolish he thinks. They trap themselves there, instead of soaring free around. But there are plenty of metal clad humans that are running around, either on foot or on their horses, fighting the intruders. But no goats.
Always patient, he decides to search eastward of the large building, hoping that there might be something else he can prey upon and bring back to his nest. At the same time, a single human appears, leaving the large building and moving in the same direction. The human is fast and agile for his kin, and large. And every human either alone or in smaller groups that engage him, falls defeated to the ground, being no match for the tall dark haired man that moves like the wind.
The deadly man moves towards a group of buildings, where other humans are fighting each other, a solitary slender figure… a female, amidst the whirlwind of metal sticks notices the approaching man and calls out to him. Her actions become her downfall, as she is cut down, turning towards the approaching savior. If the man had been deadly before, nothing could describe his rapid actions well enough as he crashed into the group that had slayed the slender figure. Within a few heartbeats, they all lied motionless alongside their victim. The dark haired man he had observed, drops to his knees and embraces the slender figure and seems to forget the dark world around him.
Having seen enough pointless foolishness created by the two legs, he takes his leave and climbs towards the blue ceiling, above the dark smoke, gray ashes and cries of despair and anger.
