Free The Order of Events: The Red Wolf by C.J. Haines

matter. Druskele at least removed the owl from causing any potential problems for him on the battlefield. Now it was time for him to clash blades with his great nemesis, Kaimana.
              The leader of the Dawn Bringers stood strong, enduring the chaos that continued to pour down the dune from above. There were but few foes left to come down, most of which had run away in fear of the brave warrior, while the rest had charged down to meet their death by his blade.
              Kaimana caught sight of Druskele heading down the sandy hill, and called back to his friend, Hoosun. “Hoosun, do you think you can manage to fly out of here? Do you think you can muster the strength?”
              The owl was wounded pretty badly, but managed to stand upright and spread his wings, feebly. “I can try, my friend.”
              Kaimana cut down another charging enemy and guarded two incoming blades. “Hoosun, hurry, take Daimana with you! It’s about time.”
              Hoosun turned to Daimana as she grabbed his feathery hands in hers, and shook her head. “You won’t have enough time to get out of here. You’d be doomed if you took me on your back, especially with your wound. Go alone, Hoosun, leave quickly.”
              Hoosun respected the young one. For a child, she showed great bravery, and selflessness. Hoosun turned to Kaimana, who had heard every word that Daimana said, and was given a nod of approval from the warrior leader. “Go now, Hoosun. Make haste in your departure, before it is too late.”
              Hoosun nodded respectfully to his friend, and took to the sky, every beat of his wings causing the spear shaft to crawl deeper into his body.
              Kaimana stood with his daughter at his side, the time was soon to come. Kaimana gripped his blade at the ready, as his daughter did hers, both preparing for a charge up the hill.
              Her father grinned beneath his helmet, speaking as they stood and watched as only but ten Elushu rushed down the hill to meet them in battle, the remainders of the ambush squad.               “I am proud of you, daughter, you are so brave. Let us stand together now, and cut down those who stand before us, for they stand no chance against those with spirits that are as strong as ours.”
              Daimana smiled at her father, as soon the two warriors shouted together, taking on the coming foe. “Yeahaaaah!!!”
              Hoosun circled the sky above, looking back to the ground below. The time had come. The sands of the battlefield shifted. Like waves of water, the dunes crashed upon the open ground, sputtering clouds of sand everywhere. All those who stood before the sands disappeared amongst the flurry, and were soon gone from sight in the raging ocean of sands.
              Hoosun circled the empty battlefield from above. There was no one to be seen. He was unable to bring Daimana back to the Order…he had failed.
     
    Back at the Order, Samana stood at the outermost wall top, looking far into the southern distance. Her hood was pulled over in an attempt to hide her anguish. The girl’s eyes were dry, her body feeling as wet rags that had been ringed out of all energy. Leaning upon the battlements, she waited and watched, hoping at any time to see the great owl, Hoosun, flying with her sister in grasp.
              Amen and Henk walked the grounds below. Henk looked through her spectacles at the tiresome sight of Samana on the wall top. “Amen, she’s been sitting up there for over a week, now. I’m not sure if she’s even slept at all. We need to do something about her. She can’t just sit up there. The sands are at least a week’s journey, if her sister got as far as that.”
              The silent one picked a ripe, round