Empire

When the ground exploded beneath us, I looked up. We were under attack, so I looked for incoming projectiles. Flying boulders? Magic spells? We were passing though a small village, and some farmers had been complaining about missing cattle, destroyed crops. We said we'd check it out. When the ground exploded beneath us, I was thrown twenty feet laterally. I rolled out of it, trying to absorb the impact, and drew my sword. I looked up. I should have been looking down. This cider is the fresh smell of grass, and the must of a working farm.