The water splashed against his oar as Torgh paddled toward the island, the setting sun dusting the lake with sparkling gold. He had always enjoyed the scene, but now his mind was on fetching his sister. There would always be other sunsets to admire. Helping their mother make the evening meal could not wait.
As the duckbilled reptile drew up alongside the pier, he spotted his sister's canoe tied there, and caught the faint thud of an arrow hitting its target. Protector Island was where the Hadrosian elite warrior-guardians of his village came to sharpen their physical strength and fighting skills. Crossbows and regular bows were the main weapons and all Protectors were proficient with them. But the Masters always insisted on versatility, so swords, spears, staves, sling-shots, and boomerangs were added to the repertoire.
The Masters also knew there was more to a Protector than sheer physical st