+The Archer+
Introduction
Bugnuks and Crossbows
No wind blew through the grass, and it stood still, the dancer's rhythm lost. No sounds made the world seem hopeful, or even as if a being lived there. No sun shone, and the desolate land remained undisturbed.
A quiet padding, however, soon broke the perfection of the land, and an eerie wailing beckoned to the moon in fury. The tranquility of the land ceased, as a mountain side became filled with the angry cries of various beasts, snarling. Rocks shifted under the pads of their feet, and the snapping of teeth could be heard to where the young man stood tall, a bow in one hand as he notched a new arrow, not unlike the one that had previously flown.
The mountainside grew dark with the silhouettes of the shadow creatures, but the archer stood strong. He knew, as the prophecy stated, that he would die this day, but that mattered very little – he would die in the glory of battle. Valhalla would welcome him as the hero of man, and the God of Law himself would congratulate him. Just as the prophecy stated. For these reasons, he had no fear. He had been born for this very purpose.
As the wall along the ridge of the mountain side seemed to crash into the valley, the young archer braced himself for combat. Only one of these many beasts would need to be killed to seal the fate of man – if he died first, so did mankind.
A brief moment before impact, the archer drew a short sword, and thrust himself into battle with a lingering battle cry to Modi, son of Thor, the archer sealed the fate of himself, and mankind.
Authoress says:
Yes, extremely short, I realize that thank you all very much. And yes, I'm a little snappy today... Don't hate me... :Sniff:
Because I realize the 'Weiß' in this seems to be missing, the first chapter will be coming up shortly. For anyone who knows more about Norse Mythology than I do, feel free to correct me if I screw something up - it's bound to happen. The second chapter is much longer, I promise.
