Aperios II - The Mythik Wars has officially begun...
“Stay down until I signal you, and when I do, run like hell. Do not look back. Do not stop, because if they catch you, they will fucking kill you.”
A young woman with a girl about seven years old gives me a dirty look, probably for my cursing. The rest of the group; a man in his thirties with dark hair and a ragged beard, two younger boys, maybe about fifteen or sixteen and a middle-aged lady with red hair and a fierce gaze, stare at me as we huddle behind the bombed-out ruins of some sort of former business.
“What do you want me to say, that everything’s going to be okay, because it’s not. It’s way too late for that. You want to live, then you fuckin’ run!”
I shake my head and sigh before turning my attention to the little girl. She stares at me with dark blue eyes that peek out from under a mop of blonde hair.
“You understand?” I ask her, ignoring her mother, sister, or whoever the hell she is.
She nods in response.
“They’ll fucking kill me if they catch me. So run like hell,” she says, a look of grim determination on her face.
“Good girl. Now make her understand,” I say, gesturing to her older companion.
I move to the corner of the building, stepping carefully over a pile of tumbled bricks. I peer around the wall at three huge beasts covered with heavy coats of black hair as they rummage through the scattered piles of debris barely twenty yards away. One of them turns slightly and the sun glitters off the enormous tusks protruding from each side of its mouth. But it’s not the huge canines that draw your attention, it’s their eyes; bright orange orbs that look like they’re on fire.
“What the hell are those things?” the older man asks as he crouches behind me.
“Listen,” I say, looking back at him. “Don’t crowd me.”
“Sorry,” he replies as he scoots back.
“They’re called Bugganes. They’re from Ireland or something.”
“Stupid question,” I answer as I move back to the rest of the group.