The cars with Moon and the commanding fox inside were long gone the other direction; these cars pulling up to the town were filled with soldiers. Atreyu was ordered to be the first out and forward, and the child did as he was told.
"Look at yourself as a messenger," one of the senior soldiers told him, gripping his shoulder as a falsely kind gesture. Behind him, the other soldiers joked about how they were just using the boy as a shield, a diversion. "We send you right out forward to talk to the enemy. Brave and in charge. With someone like you to lead, this town will be ours in no time."
Some of them scoffed. The ten year old boy started: "But-"
"No buts. The other death weavers will back you up and we'll come last. Do it. Run."
Atreyu gave them one last glance and began running towards what was heard as the source of the towns savage power, the factory. He stuck to the sides of the buildings to avoid fire and to make it harder to target him should anyone be watching.
Post Merge: April 17, 2011, 07:50:47 PM
Atreyu was a lithe, fast little lion cub, a blur of tan and soft yellow. He made it straight to the factory in question...before he looked back and realized that he had been lied to. No-one could be seen behind him, backing him. Apparently they wanted him to go it all alone, to return to them with a message before they followed. Jerks. It isn't fair...
The boy began to search for a a way in to take the savages by suprise.