The Wind Will Speak of You
Part 1/?
He sat tall astride his horse, his armor gleaming in the rising sun, while he cast a hard stare out across the warming plains to capture the enemy's line in his sight. It would end here; no longer would they be pushed back into hiding from the glory that was their right by birth. They would shake the foundations of their own ancestry to revive the prestige of old graced to their names. It was more than a fight for life or death; for he knew they would live on in the rocky knolls and the strong winds that battered over his land. It was far more than fighting from desperation; there had been no such concept in his mind from the moment he drew first breath. He was a proud king and no enemy would deny him the tales which would be forever engraved upon the hearts of heroes made this day.
The metal of his sword promised life as it raised to blind the sun. There were none on that field, neither friend nor foe, whose mind remained free thereafter of the man and horse as one, bearing down in a glorious triumph to the victory they would claim for their people.
