More flash fiction

I belong to a community called “Society of Fantasy Writers” and the following is something I wrote in response to the posting of a pciture.

Stormbringer hunched down and examined the fiord. As he'd previously briefly espied, it was as he'd feared. There were indeed four longships under oar heading for the settlement. Given their urgency and the way they moved, it had to be raiders. With a sense of dread at what it portended, he knew he'd not be able to run to the village before the ships arrived.

He spoke to his pet sea eagle perched on the rock beside him. "You must fly to the village and warn them of raiders." He then barked, "Go!"

The big bird took to the air and rode the wind that carried it towards the settlement and the unsuspecting villagers.

Even as the raptor became lost in the vastness of the land, Stormbringer worried his people wouldn't understand the bird's message.

With a heavy heart, he left his perch on the mountainside and started to run towards the village along the narrow and winding track. Even if he failed to alert his kinsfolk, he'd still be able to avenge whatever evil the raiders had perpetuated even if it cost him his life.