Prodigies in a New English Caanan
Prodigies in a New English Caanan
They came at night, hitting fast, burning, killing. You fled, found a place to hide, and waited for them to return to finish you off. Few weapons, and barely any ammunition. But they never came back. It seemed simple. The English grow more numerous daily. Push the intruders out before they fill up your land and push you out. So what took your friends and brothers from you, and left you here among your enemies?