Fantasy Freewrite VII

A thousand years ago in the Kingdom of Elisevanior, Vellisar, the Balath of the Ferigorn Watch, stood on the battlements of the Arrisino keep and cast his keen eyes over the fields north of Garvanmoor.
He was a large man. He was a hot man, but a cold man too. He carried a greatsword that was given to him by his uncle, Tiasmach. He remembered his uncle as three alien spaceships landed right in front of him, but being all this was years ago he thought this was some strange kind of magic.
He sounded the great triangle which was used to alert everyone when strange things like this happened, or if there was a sudden invasion or something like that.
And the whole city jumped up and ran to see what was happening.
Vellisar fingered the the blade of his sword, it was a long time since he’d cut someone’s head off. Probably too late now. All the city were running to the spaceships and all the head cutting would be done by the time he got there. So he rang the triangle again. He liked that triangle. At least he’d been the one to ring it.

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