The day was a Tuesday, it was just dusk when we heard the howling of Wolves and the neighing of Horses in our stables. It was not long before dinner and mother had been downstairs, cooking a boar in the kitchen with our sister, Eoryleth when we heard the sound of screams outside. Eotharl immediately darted down the stairs, his sword in his hand, he poked his head out of the door before shutting it and calling throughout the house, "Dunlendings! Dunlendings! To the stables, quickly!" Father, almost immediately came in from the fields on horseback, a spade in his hand and the reigns of his steed in the other, screaming loudly for help. An arrow was in the back knee of his horse as it limped to the front of the house, carrying their father. He shouted for aid as I released an arrow from my bedroom window at an incoming brigand, tossing my brother, Eodarl his axe and hammer as he darted down the stairs and out the back door, mounting his horse and galloping towards the Gap at the greatest speed that he could as I continued to fire away at the approaching Dunlendings, as the entered the building I was forced to jump out of the back window and onto the roof of the stables. I called for my horse as he ran out of the stables without a saddle. I jumped down the stable roof, onto his horse, riding bareback towards the Eastfold..
About five minutes into the ride, I realised I had not seen my brother, Eotharl depart, I ordered my steed, Aranor to gallop at full speed back towards his home within a minute. I saw my brother, Eotharl battling over a dozen Dunlendings, surrounding the corpse of my father. A tear slid down my cheek as I screamed out a roar of agony, charging into the croud of Dunlendings on my steed. I must have killed hundreds of the foul creatures, then I noticed my mother running, her horse had fled in fear, an arrow had hit mother in the back, she was clearly in pain. I swooped behind her and picked her up with one hand by the back of her shirt as she mounted my horse along with me. Eotharl soon caught up with us and made it out of the swarm of savages. We met up with Eodarl who had found Eongard and Eondryt, swiftly riding with the winds towards the Eastfold. By nightfall we had gained a vantage on the Dunlendings and were able to rest for a few hours where Eoryleth made an attempt to heal mother...
