Portentous
(por-TEN-𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘴)
Adjective,
1. Of or being like a portent, of momentous significance. A warning, being ominous and foreboding. Usually relating to a calamity or of apocalyptic nature. Used in foreshadowing.
2. Done in a pompously or ove...
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TW/CW: Explicit language, scenes containing fighting, and depictions of heart attacks and death.
Song: Boom Boom by 2WEI
On the dawn of November 16, I awoke to a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I passed it off as just being nervous for everything that was expected to be going down today and moved on with getting ready to meet up with the others. From my own personal supplies, I put on my netherite armour, attached my sheathed sword to my hip and prepared a shoulder bag to fill with various supplies. In said bag; I ended up with a few enderpearls, a bunch of golden apples, various potions, a large stash of food, my crossbow and a flint and steel. To finish off my equipment for battle, I filled a quiver with arrows, pulled it onto my free shoulder and strapped a shield to my arm. Now I was ready for anything. Tommy, Wilbur and I had planned to meet at the L'mantree before we convened with the rest of the belligerents in the final preparation for the battle, so I snuck into Manberg and set up camp at the base of the lone oak tree. Despite not having been apart of the nation at the time of its conception, I understood the importance of this tree. The meaning it had to Wilbur, to everyone who ever interacted with this land in any way, shape or form. The L'mantree was purity, innocence, and hope in the face of all trials. It remained through every war, skirmish and hardship that the nation has been through, completed untouched by human hands aside from the commemorative plaque attached to its north face.
"Hello, love," Wilbur greeted softly, ruffling my hair before sitting down beside me. Tommy arrived soon after and remained standing, stating that he was 'above sitting on the grass'. I just shrugged it off. His legs will get tired, I guess. We sat in reverie for a few minutes, allowing our silence to be a symbol of remembrance and respect. It was a peaceful, yet solemn moment; and I basked in the feeling of warmth it gave to my soul. This was going to be the last happy memory I would have for a while - no matter what ends up happening on the battlefield - and I wanted to savour it. It was all over too quickly though, as Tommy soon urged us to return to Pogtopia ASAP so that we could go over the plan and finally do this shit.
"Tommy, just as a reminder," Wilbur piped up as we were walking back. "If it all goes to shit, I'm blowing it up. But there's nothing to be worried about because I'm sure it'll go well!" Tommy frowned and began to argue.
"We don't have to blow it up, Will! Like you said, this plan is solid. We don't have to-"
"Tommy," I interrupted firmly. "I don't think it's right for you to have a say in this. L'manberg may be your nation now, but you were against joining at first. Am I correct?" Tommy shuffled his feet nervously, his eyes averted from mine. "This is Wilbur's nation. It was his revolution. That means this is his legacy, his lifeblood, his choice. Besides, I don't see the point of holding onto something so selfishly materialistic," the two boys seemed in awe that I was finally speaking my views about this matter so openly. "I haven't spoken up about all this so much because I really just want you all to be happy; but, Tommy, have you not been happy without L'manberg? Have you not been happy while being with your friends? Your family? The people who care for you and will be there through thick and thin. Yes, the hardships you've endured have made you grow as a person, but prolonged war is never a necessary cause." I finished my ramble and began breathing heavily, the high emotion of the words I was saying making me short of breath. Tommy stood in a state of silent, horrified awe. I'd never really been a transparent person. I keep my opinions to myself and my wits about me. Throughout my life, I've found that being open means being vulnerable, and I refuse to willingly be vulnerable. Wilbur followed my speech with applause.
