The village of Eldridge, known for its serene beauty and the harmony of its people, had become a crucial strategic point in our battle against the Brotherhood. The dawn was just breaking, casting a soft light over the cobbled streets and quaint cottages, when the warning bells started to ring.
I was jolted awake, my heart pounding as the alarm reverberated through the village. Seraphina was already on her feet, her eyes blazing with determination. "They're here," she said, her voice steely.
We rushed outside, the cold morning air hitting us like a wall. Villagers were scrambling, children being ushered to safety, and the warriors we had trained were taking up their positions. The Brotherhood's attack was swift and brutal, dark-cloaked figures emerging from the forest with deadly precision.
"To arms!" Seraphina shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Protect the villagers!"
