One cold night…
By: DragonDuet.
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he night air was cold and frosty, the trees made no sound in the woods, and the sounds of horses and men could be heard marching through. The snow could also be heard crunching beneath their feet as they walked, trying not to be heard, ahead marched a black horse with red eyes, glaring at every creature it saw moving in the woods, and on that horse rode a young boy with silver hair. The boy looked stern and filled with hate as they rode, cold clouds of breath blew from his mouth as they walked though the woods to a town ahead. The boy held his hand high, signaling the small army behind him to stop, the boy's eyes flickered with delight as he thought of the carnage that would take place this cold snowy nigh. He licked his icy lips and stared hard at the village near-by, The dark horse pranced in place hoping they would attack soon. The boy's eyes flashed red and pointed his sword forward, charging to the quite village below. The watch-man was asleep in his tower, not knowing of his mistake of not keeping his post, from a distance he heard the sound of galloping horses rushing closer to the sleeping town. Quickly he rushed down from his look-out tower and ran to his lantern, not knowing of the presence behind him grinning. Before he could touch his lantern he heard a cackling laugh that made his neck feel stiff. He turned around to only to find a sword piercing though his neck and collapsed, leaving a puddle of blood where he laid. Women and children where awoken by the sounds of horses neighing and galloping around and flames cracking above their heads. flames filled the town with smoke and dust, leaving rubbles where they would die, the silver-haired boy laughed and cackled thought the village as he saw houses burn and fall to the ground in piles of ash and boards. Women and children fled the sight trying to get away, but suffered the cold icy metal being shoved and pierced though their hearts and necks, staining the snow with blood. The Silver-haired leader ran though the town, slicing any man, woman, or child that was still living and cackling at the fire and blood that filled the stained snow as he rode though the night air. The small army behind him looked at their leader, wondering how could blood-shed please this man? Why does he live for blood and war? They watched in horror as he stabbed a poor woman who was trying to run away though her stomach and watched the crimson blood flow into the snow like a river, laughing and cackling with hate and insanity glowing from his eyes. The solders hoped that a tear of grief would flow from his cheek, but instead they saw streams of blood flow from his sword as he rode off into the night to find his next victim, for inside his mind, the battle was alive and he lived to serve it. The night air was cold and frosty, as they left the singed, cursed town that they killed, all eyes where on their leader who was breathing puffs of cold air from his mouth as they marched. His eyes glittering with delight of the wonderful night he had, he brushed his silver hair out of his eyes and smiled to him-self as they rode back into the snow covered woods.How was that for my first fic? Please REVIEW this story and tell me if its good or not and whether or not I should continue to write.