Out of the morning mist I see the monster’s head emerging, out in the lough. His gnarled head, mighty horns, and demonic eyes freeze me in place, unable to yell out a warning to the rest of the village as it draws silently nearer.
It glides across the water, coming closer, and all I can do is soil my clothing in fear.
A fine lookout I am, to watch over the village and the monastery beyond, but in truth I am barely old enough to shave.
Finally, I find my courage and yell to awaken the village. “Raiders! Arm yourselves!”