Page 8 of Protected by the Alien Warrior Triad

These new arrivals know nothing of life here on our planet – and have not learned to give our tribe a wide berth. As such, when the Scorp fall from the sky, every man and child of fighting age grab their weapons. All differences are put aside in our desperate fight for survival against these cruel beasts.

It’s a threat that creates alliances beyond just our own tribal borders. Northern mountain men will fight alongside us Scorp-Blooded warriors, and the southern tribes will volunteer their lethal volleys of arrows to stop the hordes.

But even as I know the deep visceral horror of seeing a Scorp egg sac falling from the sky, my experience pales in comparison to what I’m witnessing now.

Through the portal, I see thatmanyScorp egg sacks are falling from the sky. Not just one, or two – but dozens of them. There’ll be more Scorp Warriors pouring out into this distant world than I’d thought – and certainlyhoped– I’d see in a lifetime.

Through the portal I witness humans running, screaming, and I even feel vibrations through the rift; as massive projectiles that look like an avalanche of boulders are somehow shot into the air; as if from the world’s most powerful bow.

Yet despite these humans’ ferocious weaponry, I know it will not be enough. They’re doomed.

“Wait! Itisa trap!” One of my battle brothers yells out, and I can’t tell if it is Darok or Hadone. The words barely register as I step forward, feeling my spirits rising in battle lust.

I’m going to stride through this portal. After all, this is how I wasmeantto fight – in the open air, with the sun on my back as I battle against insurmountable odds. My hands grip the hilts of my Orb-Daggers. Every tattoo I’ve earned in honorable battle gleams in the light of this alien sun, as I launch myself through the portal and take a step towards my destiny.

I have no fear. No doubt. The Orb-God has seen fit to grant us the chance to prove ourselves in battle – and if I die, I’ll at least die under the hot sun, not beneath the cold ground.

“Wemustgo! Our God is giving us a great chance to test ourselves in glorious battle!” My voice rings with complete conviction.

If thisissome trick or trap, then I gladly accept my death. I willnotlose this chance to fight for my mate.

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