Something In the Air

Peacefully we chose to rest setting up our camp. I was with the troops at sun rise before the arrow storm began. Hailing from the sky and whistling down upon our ranks. Sprouting from our throats, from our shoulders and our backs. Shouting our forces scattered, scrambling across the land. In all directions to avoid the rain of missiles that advance. When usually a small group of archers wouldn't bother us. More of our ranks were brought down as the second volley struck. I spotted Ian in a dream I had before our wake up call. He draw his sword and headed into battle on his horse. Glancing wildly about expecting bowmen to rise up out the grass. About to shout take cover as i found that breath to be my last.