Out of the morning mist I see the monster’s head emerging out in the lough. His gnarled head, mighty horns, and demon eyes freeze me to the spot, unable to yell 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!”