Scotty was shocked. “When do your eggs start hatching?”
“In seven days. The Torg herds are already massing outside the forest’s edge.”
Scotty looked over at Jingo standing on the warriors back holding on with one hand laughing and wondered if they could help in the little time that remained. We’ll soon know.
The flight to the Zord’s nesting grounds took more than eight hours, and Scotty estimated that they had covered more than four hundred miles. As they approached, Scotty saw three tall mountain peaks next to the Zord’s land. They were beautiful as the snow on top reflected the rising sun’s brilliance. They arrived just after daybreak and Zreeg said, “Hold on, we’re going down.”
Scotty gripped the binding and held on as they dived toward the ground far below. Zreeg flared his wings and came in on all four legs. Scotty used the binding to dismount and followed Zreeg into the forest. Jingo ran up and said, “That was amazing. I now have a new love.”
Scotty looked at him and Jingo said, “Flying. Cezee says we’ll go up again this afternoon to see the Torg herds.”
“Jingo, the Zord are forced to keep their nests in the shade of trees. The adults lose their mobility in the trees and even the adults are in danger from the number of Torg attacking their nesting ground. The herds overwhelm them.”
Jingo followed the two warriors into the forest and saw they had difficulty moving between the giant trees. “They’re not going to be able to help us.”
Scotty nodded.
“How many Torg are we talking about here?”
Scotty looked at Jingo and said, “Thousands.”
Jingo thought about that vision and finally said, “The Torg don’t have much room to maneuver, either.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“First, let’s go see the nests. I’ll know more after that.”
Bleath was waiting as the two walked into the nesting ground and saw them staring at the thousands of eggs in the forest. Jingo went to the first line of nests and started walking around the perimeter of the site. Scotty went with him and Bleath turned to the warrior that had carried Scotty. “Well?”
“Great Leader, the two-leg is determined to help us. I saw his thoughts and he is pure in his spirit. I see that he is deferring to the four arms for the plan to defend our hatchlings.”
Bleath watched the two strange creatures walk around the nesting ground talking to themselves. “Do you think they can help?”
The warrior shook his head, “I have no idea. I’ve spoken with Vring and he seems to think they can. I’m hoping he’s right.”
“So are we all.”
Jingo and Scotty arrived back where they had begun their walk and Scotty said, “We’re going to lose some newborns.”
Jingo nodded slowly and said, “We need them to move the outer nests into the center of the nesting ground. Do you think they will do as we ask?”
Scotty shrugged and turned toward Bleath. He walked up to the Huge Zord, “We need you to bring the outer nests into the center of the nesting ground. We must have a smaller area to defend.”
“If we do that, we could lose them all.”
Scotty shook his head and replied, “I am not willing to leave any of your hatchlings in danger. We cannot defend this large an area successfully. As it is, many will die and it will be the ones on the outer edge. I’m not willing to let them die.”
Bleath sensed the two-leg’s determination. He worried that if he gave in to their request, the Torg would attack the smaller area in a giant mass. The Zord had been able to save some of the hatchlings by making the Torg attack easier prey. As they stood among the trees considering the plan, six giant Torg rushed at full speed out of the trees seeking to make a meal of the Zord on the ground. Bleath turned and saw that four of the six were charging him and he had no chance of lifting among the trees. He braced himself and saw death coming.
Scotty and Jingo brought their bowguns up and fired six arrows faster than the Zord could comprehend. All six charging Torg were hit and died before they hit the ground. Jingo turned and fired six more arrows at six other Torg attacking from behind. All twelve Torg were twitching on the ground in less than six seconds. Scotty held his bowgun at his cheek and scanned the surrounding forest. Jingo ran forward and jumped on top of the biggest Torg and also scanned the forest.
“Jingo?”
“There were ten more, but they’ve moved back into the dense undergrowth.”
Bleath stared at the twelve dead Torg and then looked at the two small beings that had just killed them faster than he could see. He looked at the two warriors and said, “Start moving the nests.”
Scotty lowered his bowgun and turned to Bleath, “Why don’t the Torg attack the eggs?”
Bleath took a deep breath and said, “We sense their simple thoughts and we think they see the eggs as just rocks. Our eggs have no odor they can sense and the shells are extremely hard until they are ready to hatch. They seem to attack anything with movement and just ignore the eggs.”
Scotty smiled and said, “There are some blessings in this. Creatures that work together in teams and never see an easy meal for the taking. Thank the Creator for that.”
Jingo scampered up and said, “We’ll need at least a thousand good archers; every shot will have to count. We could use more, but the communities must also be defended.”
Scotty looked around and said, “We also need five hundred carpenters here to build blinds in the trees.”
Jingo nodded, “Archers first.”
Scotty nodded and turned to Bleath, “We need to get enough of us here to start our defense, quickly. How many warriors are big enough to carry one of us?”
Bleath said, “More than three thousand.”
Jingo said, “Good, sent a thousand to bring the archers and the others to ferry our builders. Scotty, you go back and tell Sam and Jing what we need.”
Scotty started shaking his head but Jingo said quickly, “You’re right. The better archer will stay here.”
“Darn it, Jingo.”
“You know I’m right.”
Scotty let out a deep breath and turned back to Bleath, “If the nests aren’t in danger until they hatch, don’t start moving them until we can get enough archers here to protect the ones moving them.”
Bleath gave a loud quivering screech. “I’ve stopped the warriors from moving the nests.”
“I also want all of you to get out of the nesting ground. You’ll only attract Torg that will trample the eggs, killing some of your babies. I want you to bring the archers and carpenters back and have your other warriors carry the materials we need to build our defenses. They can then go back and bring enough food for us while we’re here.”
Bleath looked back at Scotty as he left the nesting ground and said, “We are placing our eggs in your care. We’re depending on you to keep them safe.”
Scotty said as he grabbed Zreeg’s binding and climbed up on his back, “The faster you can get us here in numbers, the better the chance of us helping them survive. I must go back and explain to our leaders what we need. Getting everything here in time is going to be up to you and your warriors.”
Bleath and the two warriors ran from the forest as Scotty held on. Jingo went back and jumped on top of the largest Torg and scanned the forest.
Zreeg flew at a speed that amazed Scotty. The eight hour trip was reduced to three and a half hours. Scotty held the binding and flattened himself behind Zreeg’s head to avoid being blown off the screaming Zord. Zreeg screamed as he arrived at the communities and dove for the clearing. He flared his wings and Scotty scampered down the binding. Samuel and Jing came running up and Scotty quickly told them what he had found at the nesting grounds.
Jing yelled, “Sound the horns!”
Three large wooden horns began sounding off and the two communities came running to the clearing. Samuel gave a slashing motion and the three horn blowers ceased their blowing. Jing yelled, “The top thousand archers in this year’s competition will gather their arrows and go with Scotty to defend the Zord nesting ground. Take as many
