A wooden boat was stranded on the shore.
Crash—crash—
The tide washed over the pebble beach, sounding like a beast licking water.
A few figures appeared over the hill not far away.
"There's someone in the boat!" an exclamation rang out.
Abiloch cursed under his breath: "Fool, there's no way anyone's alive. That's a monster, we should turn back now."
"You're the fool," Giles retorted defiantly, "that's where we get water. Do you want the town to die of thirst? The monster isn't moving, we should take the chance to destroy it."
Abiloch didn't argue with the childlike Giles and looked to the silent woman: "Big Sis, should we go back and call the townspeople for help?"
"It might be too late."
With brown hair tied back, a centipede-like scar angled from her brow to her mouth, the sturdy woman gripped a spear, leapt over the hill, and crept like a leopard, silent towards the pebble beach until the wooden boat was within her spear-throwing range.
