After several days of sailing we reach the vary bottom of our nation. We get off the ship inching and ready for battle. These people are ready to take back their homes. We reached the first Ravaged Village and send in 100 men lead by me. We reach the village and see there is no resistance. I don’t understand. We haven’t attacked yet, surely their defenses haven’t been pulled back already. I meet a citizen.
“Sir, where are the Black Guards?”
“No where sir, we were granted our freedom long ago.”
“I don’t understand, why would Ragen grant your freedom?” Out of nowhere an old man rushes towards me.
“You! You there! Are you the Liberators?!”
“Silence that man,” the man in front of me yells.
“There was a prophecy, great liberators would come from the south! The guards are in disguise! Attack anyone with a sword! They stole all our swor..” The old man stabbed from behind.
“TO ARMS!” I screech drawing both my blades. The battle took around an hour, slashing and hacking anyone wielding a sword. The village cheered and yelled and invited us to stay. “Thank you for your hospitality, but other brigades are freeing other villages right now and we must go on.” Several men joined us from the village, taking plundered swords. We begin our march and meet the rest of the army near Shanty Pass about a week later. Daniel comes to me.
“Father, we’ve chased the Black forces back here to shanty pass. I may be wrong but I and the counsel have talked and we anticipate an ambush trying to rush through the pass. I suspect they will pour all sources into this from the desert. If we send dwarves through the caves around the pass they can likely sneak past Al Kharid and flank the enemies. I anticipate they will pull their forces from City. If they stop us here we likely won’t get past and this campaign will be over.”
“This has already been decided upon?” I ask.
“Yes, we want you to lead to send a message; we are to begin the march early in the morning.”
“Let it be done!” Before the sun rises the next morning we march within sight of the pass and our entire force rally behind me. “FOR FREEDOM, FOR GELINOR, FOR GOD, CHARRRGE!!!” As one mass we begin to charge up to the pass and barley catch the enemy off guard. Bells ring and captains scream and before we know the sides meet. My swords are drawn and quickly meet the enemies. The Battle is in full swing.
Blood. so much of it. I remember back to being a small child and seeing the plays, when my father actually allowed me to go, and seeing the men get 'stabbed' and a little red dye would be thrown. This was nothing like that at all. This was thick dark red liquid all over the hot dessert sand. Iv been in battles before, not just as a king but as a foot soldier, as a rouge, as a rebellion leader. I've seen it all, but something about the blood spill this day gets to me. During my split second trance in thought I feel a sword crash down on my shield. The man swings again but a quick parry sends him to the sand. Then another man, and another, and another. Men coming from all around this small pass trying to press us back, but we are holding out ground. I look around and see my men, my comrades going down right and left but the brave warriors are taking there would be killers down with them.
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Vain: Upon An Hours Rest
FanfictionIt started as a pagan king who ruled over a land. Christianity was introduced and like the rest of the world it spread like wildfire. In rage the king begins persecuting and killing anyone who follows this new religion. A rebellion breaks out and af...
