"Why, of all times, is this happening right now?" The president replied to the guard who informed him of the impending attack. He hovered over a drink before returning to his seat, pondering:

"Is there any information as to where, where, and how this will happen?"

"No sir" the guard replied: "The scout died before he could provide more information"

"Unbelievable" The president folded his arms in dissatisfaction.

"I have to report to the Federation now regarding the fact that confirms that they are still alive, and they are going to attack" The president directed the guard to leave the room, and so he did. After the guard closed the door, the president took a personal radio receiver out of one of the shelves and plugged it in. He waited a long time until he lost his temper and aggressively hung up the receiver. After a brief reflection while collecting documents, he realizes he has no time to wait:

"If the island does not come to land, the binders will come to it" and he left the room quickly, ordering the guard to come to him and they went out.

"Where are you going, Mr. President?" One of them asked as they left the building

"To the Capital"

"In the middle of the night?"

"Yes, we have an important task to complete now and immediately!"

They wanted him to stay at a large gate, similar to the one in the capital, where they kept lizards the size of the president, armored and with their legs flattened for flight, the machines called Lizrons stopped them:

"Identify!" Asked one of them

"I'm President Trinder H. Flinx, and I need to go through that gate" he turned to them impatiently

"Excuse me for saying, but the teleportation gate is out of use, and it will not be repaired any time soon" One of the lizards turned to them

"For God's sake! How long will it take for it to be fixed?" He expressed this in the voice of someone starting to shatter

"A few days, at most" After the married man heard these words, he went in the opposite direction, and the guards accompanied him:

"Why not send a courier to the capital to let them know quickly instead of you going there?

"Envoys are not allowed to enter the main building during an emergency under federal law," the president replied nervously. After a short breath, he calmly replied:

"It's because of respect, to send a messenger there breaks the reform of honor with the leaders and such a thing, especially in an emergency, can cause a rift between the heads and destroy the coordination. The radio has solved this problem, but there is not much time until the attack comes!"

As they walked briskly, the president who, out of pressure and rage from the whole situation, his arms began to vibrate, tried to think of the quickest way to get there. Then the token fell to him as soon as he encountered one of his guards out of inattention:

"Bring me one of the Roccs riders. I want them to get me there as soon as possible, now!" The president shouted at the guards as they straight started moving. In a short time, in a fast flight and already, a huge bird, armored with enchanted metal armor, landed close in front of the president, wearing a saddle in which the rider sits, which, compared to the bird, is tiny. The president hovered straight into the saddle and directed one of the guards to direct them to the airport. Within moments, the Rocc bird began to spread its huge wings and they rose to the skies in the dead of night.

In the pleasant breeze, they sailed towards the capital quickly along with him.

"I guess we'll get there in an hour" the rider expressed his opinion

"It's great, I'm under your protection," the president replied as they continued to sail through the air thanks to the Rocc, each of which is the size of a 2-story house, but not as large as their Rocc True ancestors, in the dark sky they are as small as a grain of sand. The flight went normally, but the president did not feel comfortable, and the rider with him felt this:

"Sir, are you okay?"

"I'm pretty fine, but any matter of the planned attack of those goblins, just in time for the emergency event feels to me too timed."

"I'm sure it's just a coincidence, or maybe that's why it's all happening, I do not know. What I do know is that if there's anything to do, I know it needs to be done."

"We seem to have guests" the rider said while instructing Rocc to maneuver. They began to lower and suddenly the sound of an explosion was heard and tore off some of the bird's feathers.

"what was that?" The president felt something was wrong.

"Ambush!" The rider shouted those words and the bird began to lower abruptly as a buzzing noise only got closer and closer, then another noise, but this time it hit the rider's metal helmet, and the shock of the impact caused him to lose balance and fall. The Rocc Yashar felt the change and began to win and catch it, while the president tried to keep from flying out of the saddle.

A noise of landing was felt and the bird lost its balance and deviated from its course to catch the rider. With an incomprehensible look, the president could not understand what had happened, but then he felt a stab that only intensified into terrible pain, and in one of his arms he began to feel until he realized he was starting to bleed.

He began to be able to see the figure, who was blacker than the darkness itself, who began to stroke him, while he cleaned the liquids that came from stabbing. He began to turn in his direction, but he had no appearance but nothing.

"You are now the property of the Bananarama Empire, King Skrevin IX will be happy to know that you are now in his service" and he beheaded the president while the rest of his body fell from the saddle from most of Rocc's flight. A figure gathered its head before it disappeared. Then more sounds of explosions were heard in the air and they hit the body of the bird which eventually succumbed to the wounds and began to fall. Only the sounds of the buzz began to move away while no one knew about the assassination, except one.

As daylight appeared, the bird awoke to see that it had managed to land in a lake and washed ashore. He began to collect the wounds and went out to look for one of the riders, only to see a long strip of body parts and armor smeared on the ground, while some cave crabs began to feed on it. Out of sheer market, he started trying to pick up the helmet and fly back, at a bad sign from which he was just beginning to realize that something needed to be done before it was too late.