The Will of the Enemy

This is probably the first short story I've ever written of any quality.

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The Will of the Enemy

            The Head of Council grasped his staff, gazing down at the other members of the Council from his seat at the room's pinnacle.

            “Brothers,” he said in a grave tone, “we have a cause for concern.”

            Those councilmen who had not already felt the ominous air of the Council Chambers were set upon by unyielding silence. Sensing this, the Head continued.

            “The Enemy, after the long period in which their sights were set on other prey, is once again turning their gaze to us. Their target this time is our mining facilities, which have long provided us with the defenses we need to resist them. Rather than attempting to take the mines by force, having already seen why that is unwise, the Enemy is taking another approach. The following is a letter recently delivered by one of their messengers.”

            The Head pulled a paper from the folds of his robe and read, his thunderous voice heard by all.