A few days ago, word traveled through the kingdom that the enemy was marching to Greengrass, but little do they know, we will be ready for them as they wait outside our walls. As dawn approached, the sky was darkened, as it began to pour down on our armor, as we all stood in the tree line surrounding the kingdom. We watched as the enemy got into formation on our territory. There were many of them, we noticed, as the looming fear exhaled with each breath of moist, steamy air that fell from our mouths.