Post by bardmcshane on Feb 23, 2009 18:23:53 GMT -5
The lass seemed a bit off from her usual cheerful self, in small hopes of reclaiming that she had gone for a ride.. but that only made the mind think more intently on the conversation of the night before. The girl finally sighed and turned the plow horse back about to find a place in which to record the events as they were passed to her.
I sat upon a hillside with a knight of grace and strength,
We sat there speaking of the battles that had been waged.
His face so solemn and his tone quiet too, when he painted the picture of battle , and the survival of the few.
By his words it was brutal, yet glorious in its way, when the soldiers of light and dark met up that day.
The warriors fighting for freedom, from the tyranny of hate.
The angels in their golden armor sent from heaven's gate.
The dragons took their flight, on wings did they sore
The skies darkened by their number, there must have been two score.
While upon the ground stood men and creatures just alike,
None of which were willing to give in without a fight.
Row upon row with steel polished , weapons gleaming, their lances held up high.
They stood upon the threshold of the darkness , yet they stood for the path of right.
The mages in their circles , weaving wards and casting spells,
They stood there among the warriors to face the gates of hell.
Naive in my marveling , I congratulated the victory.
He only gave me part of smile " I have not yet spoke of the enemy. "
I could feel the intense weight that rested upon his hands.
But complain he would not, he is not that weak of a man.
A black fog arose across the field like a plague and blight,
these creatures of tormented vision , inhuman gruesome sight.
They did not march toward us, not like any siege.
They rose from the ground, at the dark call of their dark demonic liege.
The damned dead in their tattered skin, their arms and legs deformed of the cursed souls from within.
Their forms were of many, nightmares all were made.
Terrible horrific images , all intent upon the demands their master bade.
And from the darkened rear, floating among the damned.
Manuvering the monsters there was Anto the Mad.
Once a servant of Golden Horn, in love with his Queen.
Spurned in his affections, his heart turned cold and mean.
He fled into the darkness, revenge had become his sword.
He gave himself to hatred and rose an Abyssal Lord.
We stood studying the field as the mercenary lord's command was sent calling. The magical attack swept through core, their undead numbers falling.
The scorching mark was left with a path nearly a mile wide, then came crashing together the forces from either side.
Like a turbulent sea , of waves of crashing steel. Each seeking dominance, out there on the field.
I sat in breathless amazement and sought to find out more. " Where were you at, with this death upon the door?"
I stood at the Queen's side, then the dark lord sought to flank us all, our numbers slowly dwindling yet we refused to fall.
The battle was quite fierce and by the grace it was won,
what a wondrous tale, I spoke, he shook his head. he was not done.
The enemies were learning, and while their comrades fell, they sought to take the Queen to their Lord of Hell.
I myself became worried and shifted in the grass " Did they try to kill her, or steal her when they attacked in mass? "
He shook his head at my captivity of the story,
" I had seen her fall, my knights and I cut through their horde. "
Then it was with the final charge as all gathered, exhausted mages, wounded knights.. none of it mattered.
To bring this horrible event to a close. Yet it was not the last of threats this evil creature had to expose.
Dapplegangers to appear as us, giving commands and cutting down the aligned warriors. There was but one way to bring this blood battle to a finish. While many were lost we sought the darkling Lord.
The magics about this being were strong and soon he was surrounded by the righteous force. We dealt him magic and sword, fracturing the last of his wards.
Swords and lances bit into the flesh of the monstrous Lord,
With the last words given to his once beloved Queen, his life was ended with the explosion of great force.
Cast back were we all, thrown into the air as small fragments of a child's toy. Yet that dark Abyssal Lord was finally destroyed.
The knight grew quiet and the sounds of the battles faded from my ears. I looked to the knight to find him close to tears.
It is not a weakness to mourn those that did not survive. Nor is it horrible to be glad to be alive.
I left this knight sitting upon the Hill, to overlook the lands he fought so bravely for. I felt at peace, and I pray that he does, this threat, this dark monster is no more.
Erin looked over the pages she had used in composing this. The sigh passed her lips as she had wished to have seen it all with her own eyes.. but somehow it seemed more fitting for the knight to tell the tale. The small grin touched her lips as she blew gently over the ink allowing it to dry.
