The day start again and the sun's rays covert the green landscape, the land filled with forests and prairies give the appearance of be a peaceful land. But the habitants of Haleyard know what the silence will not last for a long time, they know what the nocturnal terrors are soon replaced for the diurnals.
Meanwhile a good bunch of the habitants wait for the inevitable the rest have to work in the common tasks like raising food for themselves and take care of their homes, sadly that was more ease of say than do. Since the instauration of the tribute the principal task of the town was raise the “small” tribute for their master.
Near to the town was s little hill, in its summit was placed a great flat rock what serve how a rudimentary table, every day some quantity of food or other valuable things have to be offered, if not, the consequences would be so horrible for contemplate.
Strangely the morning was passing without any annoyance and for first time it seems that one day finally will be free of the avian terror. Unfortunately the tormentor was only tardy for the date and before any of the inhabitants of Haleyard could foresee the avian menace was here
The little furs know now what they live under the shadow of…
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