The Black Fountain

As the room filled with light he heard the two angry men stomp off down the dark hallway. Goater surveyed his surroundings. The room, he noticed, was not much different than Gonz’s study. There was a table in the center of the room where all of Gonz’s battle plans where. This was perfect for Goater! Goater talked to himself. "All I need to do is record this and tell the troops. We better switch sides to the other army of Getrau’. If we don’t, we will all be killed!" Goater found an open journal on a desk and took a quill and began to record all of the battle records. He searched the room more than thoroughly. Ever nook and cranny was searched. And everything he found he wrote in the journal. So far he knew this: Gonz planned to defeat Getrau’ then when we were eating poison us all. This is what he wrote. There was much he knew thus far but he closed the journal and turned for the door. he hadn’t realized what would happen if the army destroyed Getrau’. Then there would be no place to hide. he reached for the door handle and pulled. The door didn’t move. Goater tugged at it with all of his strength, but had no luck. He was trapped.

The men walked through the bushes and slight shrubbery. Everyone around the other felt a little sad about having to leave his home behind. Of course they had left their other homes before that too, but this one felt more sentimental because of the great stakes at hand. Tanzarian led the group still and he was ready to take on anything. Tank stood behind Tanzarian. He looked up only to see Tank and no one else. Although Tank never spoke that much, Tanzarian felt he should try to communicate with him outside of battle. "So Tank," started Tanzarian, "How have you been?" Tank looked down to Tanzarian. he stopped walking and stared. He looked back up and kept on walking. Tanzarian ran to catch up. He knew Tank didn’t like to talk at all anymore, so he let him be. The reason Tank does not talk is quite simple yet complicated at the same time.

When he was young you could not stop him from talking. That was all he ever did. But Gondo had taken over his village and burned it down. Tank had to watch in horror as his parents were burned. After that he escaped into Serta forest and spent his life secluded from all people. He worked hard to stay alive in the could-be deadly forest. This made him one of the strongest men in all of Deckbin. When he was old enough he came to Getrau’ and resided here and enlisted.

He hasn’t spoken many words at all, but he doesn’t need to. His great strength is all he needs to strike fear straight through a man’s heart.

"Well gang we will camp here tonight." said Tanzarian. The tired band of soldiers stopped and dropped the sacks carrying the rations and supplies. They began to set up tents as one man, by the name of George readied for the first shift as night-guard. It was already dark and the air was cool and crisp. The tents were set up and a few of the younger and less trained men rested. The others sat around a fire as Fradox played a song on his guitar. It was a merry night for the Getrau’ army.

Tanzarian positioned himself onto a log and watched the embers that was the fire. Derek approached Tanzarian and sat next to him. "Tan I have some questions.