I wrote this a while ago; don't really intend to finish it. Well, maybe...Tell me what you think. :)
She was a monster on the battlefield. A heartless monster with no sympathy for the lives of others. Her sword was deadly, and her rage, even more so. She was a Barbarian.
There were a lot of rumors about Barbarians, about how they trapped their women in cages and then beat them. And those rumors are true. Outsiders might think they were mere misconceptions, but they've never been inside our walls. Well, they've never lived by the saying, If there's no war, what is there?
Our story begins inside these torturous walls, with a girl named Gwen...
"Mother!" I yelled as they dragged her away. The enemy had her. I tagged behind them, ready to spear their guts out for attempting to even touch her. "Gwen!" she yelled. Her voice was muffled from the filthy rag they had tied aroung her mouth. "Leave me! You need to help the wounded soldiers!" I was taken aback. I couldn't just leave my mother. I didn't know what to do, but her desperate voice kept me from concentrating. "Just GO!" she yelled from the enemy territory, which they had dragged her into.I looked at her, then ran to help the other fighters. They needed my help. I was general. What was the point of rescuing my mother if the Spartans would catch us and murder all of us personally? I saw a little girl, who was about eight years old, struggling while fighting an opponent that was about twice her size. "Emily!" I yelled. I ran in front of her, putting myself in-between her and the Spartan. He looked surprised, I had caught him off guard. I took advantage of the time and with a quick movement, I hit him over the head with the flat of my sword. He fell down unconcious. "Emily, you know what to do," I said. She nodded and slammed the hilt of her sword onto him forhead. He was dead. I gave her a pat on the back and left immediatly.