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"Enemy in sight!" A scout shouted from ahead of us. I squinted my eyes. The mist lay thick on the fields but not enough to hide the shine of well polished armor.
"Prepare for advances!" Our commander bellowed.
Tap, tap, tatatap. The war drums chose a tempo as we plowed on. We were face to face with the enemy. There were thousands of men, with only two types of blood that could be spilled. The blood of victims and those who were once innocent. It started arrows flew, crashing down on our shields. We met at the center of the stage for one last epic taste of blood. I hacked down men and they fell like dominoes, one after another.
It felt like hours before I found who I was looking for. My best friend, or used to be. We had been divided by allegances which tore us apart. One of us will win and one of us will lose. Our swords crossed. lunges, blocks, and parries blurred into one. The battle drowning out but men still dieing. Memories flashed with each clang of our swords. I twisted my blade around hers. Hers flew out of her hands.
"Checkmate," I whisper, out of breath. //"
My friends face twisted into a frown and her eyes mock glared at me. She huffed"Did you have to make this sound so gory? Its only a game of chess."
Short story by Feiyn
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Written on 2006-03-11 at 00:51
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Taste of blood
"// Its the begining of the end. The final stage. One will win, one will lose, and many will die."Enemy in sight!" A scout shouted from ahead of us. I squinted my eyes. The mist lay thick on the fields but not enough to hide the shine of well polished armor.
"Prepare for advances!" Our commander bellowed.
Tap, tap, tatatap. The war drums chose a tempo as we plowed on. We were face to face with the enemy. There were thousands of men, with only two types of blood that could be spilled. The blood of victims and those who were once innocent. It started arrows flew, crashing down on our shields. We met at the center of the stage for one last epic taste of blood. I hacked down men and they fell like dominoes, one after another.
It felt like hours before I found who I was looking for. My best friend, or used to be. We had been divided by allegances which tore us apart. One of us will win and one of us will lose. Our swords crossed. lunges, blocks, and parries blurred into one. The battle drowning out but men still dieing. Memories flashed with each clang of our swords. I twisted my blade around hers. Hers flew out of her hands.
"Checkmate," I whisper, out of breath. //"
My friends face twisted into a frown and her eyes mock glared at me. She huffed"Did you have to make this sound so gory? Its only a game of chess."
Short story by Feiyn
Read 1143 times
Written on 2006-03-11 at 00:51
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