The Witness

Todd witnessed the whole thing. From his vantage point he could see little more than a swarm of grey dots confronting an equally small green dot. Initially he wanted to strike back. He wanted to fight for his friend. However, he knew that would be foolish. There were far more of them and he was not a skilled fighter by any means. He knew there was only one way out of this. With a tightness in his chest, he steered the falcon in the opposite direction. He was going back to the cabin. He was seeking help. No, he would be demanding it. The others were to join him in battle whether they liked it or not.