The Fate Of A Warrior
Time: 06-06-2008Author: JesterClicks: 2139
| This story is nothing but a blurry thought of an undead creature.... It was an epic war that I wont ever forget, It pretty much began with something like this: Darkness fleed the rising sun, The Guild War entrance lied ahead, It was about to wake the new day... We came in cover of moonless night, with fifty man at arms, Now at the first morning light, The enemy will sound their alarm.... And we will sacrifice to our gods, bleed them of their lives. We came in thrashing with our fury divine, Hearing tortured screams shatter the air, everyone waking from soothing dreams into their worst nightmare. Some seeked shelter in the castle, a refuge for those with faith, but know how to smoke them out, for we will raise a pyre. A clear song rings my blade, when steel meets hardened steel , I hear the sound of wood that breaks, Their sword slashed through my sheild, I dropped the shield and grabbed my second blade, a weapon in each fist. The first blow made his helmet crack, the blade cuts to his teeth... my blade cuts through clothes and skin, like a hot knife cuts through snow, I smile as my enemy screams when I twist my blade. I feel a chill in my heart, like winter cold... I and my loved one were torn apart.. our love was just 2 winters old, I carry her to my safety... she seems to be asleep but the deep blue colour of her lips is enough to make me weep. Her body feels so light in my arms, her skin is pale as snow, yet her weight feels heavy in my heart, as my sadness continues to grow. I raise my blades above my head, staring with furious rage... This is an event that they will pay, their blood will be shed. I received a deadly wound, a spear was forced into my back... Still I fought on. Blood gushes from my wound, the cut is wide and deep, and as I turn around, I fall to my knees... Now here I lie on the river side, a long long way from home, life is pouring out of me, soon I will be dead... I tilt my head to the side, And think of those back home, I see the river rushing by like blood runs from my wound... My weaving guild screams... Deputy and Guild members surround me.. screaming that we gained victory, I grab my Deputy's armor and in sheering pain say: "When I am dead lay me in a mound. Raise a stone for all to see, The victory that we gained..". The day draws to an end the night comes dark and cold they return to our ships with silver, slaves and gold... We gave them agony, as they fell and died, the Gods granted us with victory, because under the winter sky, we stand glorious, and with rage on our side, we were victorious.... |