stepped forward asking to go with the others. Samuel said, “We need you here to protect our community. You will have to be better than you’ve ever been to protect those that go into the forest for our food. We need you here.”
The remaining archers looked at each other and even the Zord warrior watching the proceedings could see the pride they felt at the responsibility being placed on them.
Scotty went up to Zreeg and could tell the Zord was weary. “Are you all right?”
Zreeg settled on all fours and took a deep breath, “I rushed here so you could have time to prepare before the others arrive. I need some time to collect my energy.”
Jing listened to the two and said, “We just killed a Torg at the edge of the forest over there. You’re welcome to it.”
Zreeg rose up on two-legs and saw the dead Torg, “It would help me if I could have some of it.”
Jing said, “Take it all. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Zreeg came down to four legs, moved over to the dead Torg, and began eating. As he approached the edge of the forest he disappeared as his skin matched the forest’s color.
“Scotty, do you think we can help them?”
“I think more will live if we do, however, some of us will probably die in the effort. Samuel, there are tens of thousands of Torg massing to attack those nests.”
Samuel looked at the ground and said, “We have to try.”
“I know, Samuel. It’s not an option.”
They turned and saw the archers assembling. Scotty said, “We’ll need more arrows. You might want to start the millwrights working on them quickly.
Samuel turned and started issuing orders. Zreeg continued to feed and marveled at the determination of these small creatures to help his people. He didn’t care if some of the warriors were still suspicious. He liked the two-legs that rode his back and, after seeing him fire his weapon, he felt safer with him there. He prayed that this would be the season when he and his mate would have a child to raise. All had been killed by Torg before. He knew Telee was losing hope and he felt her overwhelming sorrow. Her soul was tortured from hearing her babies’ screams as the Torg killed them. He feared she would deliberately attack a herd to end her never ending pain. He looked at the two-legs with white hair and prayed the Air God had sent him to save their children.
The Zord began arriving four hours later. Ten would land and as quick as bindings could be lashed, they took off at high speed for the nesting ground. After two days the archers began climbing on two at a time and flying off with the Zord. Time was growing short.
The first archers arrived and saw Jingo still on top of the Dead Torg with thirty dead Torg at the edge of the nesting ground. Jingo jumped down and met them. He started sending them up in the trees on the outer perimeter of the nesting ground as the Zord females began moving the nests into the center. More than a thousand Torg were killed attempting to attack the females while they feverishly worked to move the now fragile eggs. The number of dead Torg rose to three thousand by the time the nests were relocated. The female Zord were amazed at the accuracy of the two-leg archers and ignored any Torg charging after the second day of work. Some of the eggs were starting to move by the time the carpenters had built blinds halfway up the trunks of the trees at the new, smaller perimeter. Warriors carried the carpenters back to the community and waited as they made arrows for the coming fight. The community could see the impatience of the giant Zord warriors as they waited for a load to be prepared. Finally all were loaded and lifted for the flight back.
Jing looked at Samuel and said, “Well, that’s done.”
Samuel said, “No it’s not, by far. As soon as the other carpenters finish their meals, I want them joining us to make arrows.” Jing showed his doubt and
The remaining archers looked at each other and even the Zord warrior watching the proceedings could see the pride they felt at the responsibility being placed on them.
Scotty went up to Zreeg and could tell the Zord was weary. “Are you all right?”
Zreeg settled on all fours and took a deep breath, “I rushed here so you could have time to prepare before the others arrive. I need some time to collect my energy.”
Jing listened to the two and said, “We just killed a Torg at the edge of the forest over there. You’re welcome to it.”
Zreeg rose up on two-legs and saw the dead Torg, “It would help me if I could have some of it.”
Jing said, “Take it all. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Zreeg came down to four legs, moved over to the dead Torg, and began eating. As he approached the edge of the forest he disappeared as his skin matched the forest’s color.
“Scotty, do you think we can help them?”
“I think more will live if we do, however, some of us will probably die in the effort. Samuel, there are tens of thousands of Torg massing to attack those nests.”
Samuel looked at the ground and said, “We have to try.”
“I know, Samuel. It’s not an option.”
They turned and saw the archers assembling. Scotty said, “We’ll need more arrows. You might want to start the millwrights working on them quickly.
Samuel turned and started issuing orders. Zreeg continued to feed and marveled at the determination of these small creatures to help his people. He didn’t care if some of the warriors were still suspicious. He liked the two-legs that rode his back and, after seeing him fire his weapon, he felt safer with him there. He prayed that this would be the season when he and his mate would have a child to raise. All had been killed by Torg before. He knew Telee was losing hope and he felt her overwhelming sorrow. Her soul was tortured from hearing her babies’ screams as the Torg killed them. He feared she would deliberately attack a herd to end her never ending pain. He looked at the two-legs with white hair and prayed the Air God had sent him to save their children.
The Zord began arriving four hours later. Ten would land and as quick as bindings could be lashed, they took off at high speed for the nesting ground. After two days the archers began climbing on two at a time and flying off with the Zord. Time was growing short.
The first archers arrived and saw Jingo still on top of the Dead Torg with thirty dead Torg at the edge of the nesting ground. Jingo jumped down and met them. He started sending them up in the trees on the outer perimeter of the nesting ground as the Zord females began moving the nests into the center. More than a thousand Torg were killed attempting to attack the females while they feverishly worked to move the now fragile eggs. The number of dead Torg rose to three thousand by the time the nests were relocated. The female Zord were amazed at the accuracy of the two-leg archers and ignored any Torg charging after the second day of work. Some of the eggs were starting to move by the time the carpenters had built blinds halfway up the trunks of the trees at the new, smaller perimeter. Warriors carried the carpenters back to the community and waited as they made arrows for the coming fight. The community could see the impatience of the giant Zord warriors as they waited for a load to be prepared. Finally all were loaded and lifted for the flight back.
Jing looked at Samuel and said, “Well, that’s done.”
Samuel said, “No it’s not, by far. As soon as the other carpenters finish their meals, I want them joining us to make arrows.” Jing showed his doubt and
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