That the invaders with the pale skin and fearsome weapons were capable of indescribable atrocities was not to be disputed. That the best way to deal with them was to awaken the Protectors was, most certainly, the most foolish of decisions. To rouse these spirits…these sleeping giants was to invite into the world a greater evil than that which the People currently faced. Blood for blood had ever been the price for their aid.
This story was written for the weekly Saturday/Sunday Tails flash fiction challenge photo prompt and for the phrase prompt: sleeping giants.