“The aliens are landing! Evacuate!”
The intruders marched in vast numbers, their forms wrapped in foil of dark grey. Though small in size, in their front ranks they hoisted ancient bellows, spouting columns of wicked fire.
“We must flee!” gasped Theniazh, panic watering her eyes as much as the oily odour of flame. “Fetch the Elders!”
The invaders cared little. For them, this was ingrained behaviour. Inherited.
And so, I ran to find the Elders amidst the chaos, moving as fast as my eight legs would carry me.