Submitted by Lawl as part of the gallery-inspired short story contest.

Bang, bang, bang. The gates of the city were being crushed with such force, it was heard throughout the vast lands of Mourning Dawn. In the streets there rose such a racket; guards shouting and running, and the guards, tall, futeristic mechinery clattering. "The sheilds around there Battering Giant is too strong for us to penetrate! Retreat from the lands of Isiguard!" Came the cry.

Hugo woke at a start, hearing the cry.

He looked around to see a guard running toward him. "C'mon, boy! There is a Battering Giant destroying the city! We must move!" The guard shouted at him. Hugo got up, confused, and walked over to te cabnet and took a few pairs of clothes, and ran downstairs at the heels of the guard. "We must go to Anabeth." He said, hurridly. "They are strong enough to hold them off till reinforcements."

So off west they went, escapeing from the eastern terror, among a herd of people. "Stay close to me." The guard commanded. "They might not be your friendly neighborhood people."

Hugo realized he was right. They were all looking angry, no, more like 'enraged'. They couldn't believe that the gates of Isiguard, in the great contry of Mourning Dawn, for it was called "Protecter of All" for its such highly defensive gates. Nothing could be done now. Isiguard has fallen, like a leaf from the Mourning Dawn tree, loyal and good until the day it falls.

This was as short as I could make it, I didn't want it to be too long. After that day, Hugo wrote a book on the same topic, which started out something like this: "Do not be afraid of the possible. Failure to do this can be failure to the world."