Dad! Dad!
A boy aged between the ages of 12-15, 13 to be precise. He ran up the valley to meet a group of 30 members, amongst which his father. " yes son?" said his father.
Panting heavily, the boy finally came to a halt,his appearance wasn't so perfect but attractive enough for him.
He had a dark reddish blue hair, kinda weird for a boy like him, something about him radiated danger,but no one cared." Jake sent a message for you" he replied to his father's question.
The faces of the group suddenly became stale, messages like this weren't good ones,they hadn't even received good messages for 2 years now ever since the tyrannical rule of Philip over the carribean.
" Speak" a man in his late 40's weilding an axe said to break the silence." Ok, Jake sent a scout team over to the swamp yesterday, and as of now, they haven't returned." Said the boy.
Mummurings sprouted from all sides,"have they returned" asked another, " Well, I hope we aren't being under attack" replied Jaliel , the boy's father." Boy, return and tell your brothers to do another check, we have to make sure.. "
He suddenly stopped talking, turning around, he managed to dodge an arrow shot at him, unconcerned as this was usual, he continued" Run home kid".
Sprinting as fast as he could,the boy ran down until he was out of sight.
"I knew this would surely happen" said another man," We'll just fight our way through this one, but for now, there's work to do" each settled back to their work.