its a new preoject i been working on i hope you like it and tell me ways to improve it...if you see any wierd expresions of a bad use of words, please understand that my frist language its no english so therefore the strange choice of words
The sun was rising and the first sun beams were warming the battle field, the great army of the emperor Dhaka was getting closer and closer to the forest of Fenegron, the homeland of nearly five thousand elves, on the trees, hiding, there was Dargo, the captain of the Fenegron army, the first councilor of the king Argath and the most fierce full warrior that the whole lands of Breenstar have ever meet, against what one might expect from an elf Dargo had a relative short hair, barely touching his shoulders and tied back in a golden ponytail, the mighty warrior detected the enemy approaching them, whit a hand sing the rest of the scouting party appeared out of nowhere, their green coats and hoods worked as the perfect camouflage, he made a series of signs and jumped down the tree. on the ground the first captain of the men army awaited, his name was Altair, he was near 40 years old, black hair in a military cut, wearing a chainmail and the distinctive cape that all the captains and lieutenants used to wear, he finally spoke with a deep voice.
-What do you see?
-Thousands of men, they're moving on a standard position; spearmen on the front, riders, shield men and archers on the back, it's like they are expecting us to make the first move.
-Well I don't think that's going to happen, we cant spear the lives, we shall wait for them on the security of the forest- now he turned to his second on command, he had a really strange name and also looked different, after all he came from a distant land, his name was Tyler Byron, he was really young, 16 years old, but he have proven once and again how brave he was, he had saved the king's daughter and have gained the king favor, all he wanted to do it was to serve the cause, so the king let him in the army, he started as a simple soldier but in every fight he showed to be very valuable, admired by some and envied by others, he was for good or bad one of the most noble and best warriors on the men's army, after thinking for a few seconds he spoke more to himself that anything else.
-We can drag them inside the forest, once inside, their numbers counts for nothing, if we don't move, the might burn the forest in order to get us out.
-The kid speaks with the truth- Dargo said- we can not afford to lose the palace of Fenegron.
-Alright-Altair said- we shall create an advance group to lure them in, then your archers can exterminate them, if they manage to cross the river we will take care of them.
-Its a simple plan, but yet it might work, take your men back to the other side of the river, and the attack will start as soon as sir Byron move his forces ahead.
The company of Altair was moving back along with Tyler forces but a small group of about fivehoundred riders including Tyler was leaving the forest at full speed to face the emperor's army. just before the small group could make contact with the army, Dargo and his elves fired a round of arrows to get the attention of the enemy in the correct direction, the arrows flied up in the sky, describing a curved trajectory: first up and high and then gradually losing altitude, in conjunction all the arrows covered the little sun that was barely painting the sky a dim orange. All the arrows were a direct hit to an unfortunate spearmen or a rider, but the damage was minimum, for every death soldier three more could cover his place.
Finally Tyler and his small scout party made contact; the first lieutenent of Tyler, a young man called Brenton blew a battle horn, the sound rumbled deep on the heart and souls of the enemy filling them with a momentary fear. Tyler with sword in on hand and shield on the other gave a battle cry that even Altair could hear
-For Knothole!- and attacked to the nearest spearmen, the long sword went trough the chest and send the man flying a few feet, the rest of the horsemen of the Knothole army started the attack as well, the shields and swords bashed with spears and flesh from the enemies, the attack was going well and until this point no horsemen was injured or death, then another horn blew from the Fenegron forest. It was Dargo; another round of arrows was coming.
-Retreat! go back to the forest!-Tyler yelled, the men immediately turned back, and the few archers on the scouting party started to shoot back at his enemies that now started to chase them back to the forest, the sun was now over the Felestar mountains and the light was a comfort to all of the rides that have spent the last days under the shadows of the trees, but not for Tyler, as soon as the first sunbeam touched his face a big blaze lighted the whole battlefield, brighter than the sun, the sudden flash blinded some of the horses causing their riders to fall and once the light had cleared Tyler had disappeared.
When Tyler opened his eyes, a bright light was hitting his face, his eyes slowly started to tolerate the light and he finally recognized where he was, for his misery and bad luck he was back at his home, Atlantic city. With great disappointment he sighted and turned to his ceiling wishing he could be back in Breenstar
-Tyler! It's going to be late for school! If you lose your bus I won't take you and you are going to have to walk!- Amanda, his stepmother yelled him.
This was his real life, an average teenager with an annoying stepmother and an even more obnoxious stepbrother, a business father that always was out of the city and the most boring life he could ever imagine
