A sound calls the next battle.
|Word count: 100 words
She turned her attention towards the large drum beat. Injah felt her breathing flow out of her lungs. She waited as no breath came to her for another second. The sound was from the opposing army.
Instincts knew the drum too well. Ever since she was conscripted, the sound echoed through every day of her life. It was the sound of a war cry that made her turn to the noise. As she listened, the sound of a foreign language entered her ears.
A loud cry rang from her horn, waking those who slept around her. The fateful call.