Shyla could hear the steady thumps of her mighty war horse thundering
across the vast open fields. The war was on and she hated it.
Ever since she was born she was forced into war. The one thing she hated the most was the death. Her husband the king was supposed to be here with her but due to a recent illness. She ordered him to stay at the castle. She Could smell it, the blood had a soft metallic scent that seemed to tear at her very soul. It made her sick.
It didn't help much that she was eight and a half months pregnant with child. She knew that if her husband found out, he would of never of let her go. So she left when she wasn't even showing yet. She now used heavy coats and armor to hide the child from her people. Last they needed was to think they needed to sacrifice them selves for her.
Her Hair was White and her skin was just as white to fallow. From a distance one would think she was an angel. But on a closer look they would see a battle torn war Queen. With all the scars to show her victories. When she walked into a room every one immediately gave her the up most respect , so much in fact, the king often became jellious of her.
Now she was headed into the biggest battle ever. One that she knew nightmare side would win. Every man on that battleground was going to die and they knew it. The enemy was the most evil any being could imagine. But they two had a great war General and he was Shylas target. For with out his guidance the followers of his would simply quit fighting and find some other thing to do.
It was only a matter of minutes before Shyla found him. He had been looking for her as well. When there eyes met it was like mixing Vinegar with baking soda in a tightly sealed jar. The air around them seamed to explode with hatred for each other.
It was the dark lord Ethan, who spoke first "Shyla, long have I waited for this pleasure."
"Really, I was about to say the same about you, Have you put on some weight since the last time I saw you?"
"You mock me now, but wait until I have taken you captive, I will use your body for my personal joys, what do you say your highness?"
"I say, you are a sick son of a bitch and I hope that you rot in a hell worse then the one you have created on this world."
Suddenly the smile on the Ethans face faded and he lifted his hand to throw a ball of fire. He was already a few seconds too slow for Shyla effortlessly hit it aside "AWWW is that all you got, poor baby."
Suddenly with a scream of rage he healed his horse and charged at Shyla. Shyla smiled and charged at him with equal force. Then in a shower of sparks the two war heroes flew off their horses and landed on the ground.
You could see the flash of lightning off of her sword.. She looked in her opponent's eyes. They were ready too. Ethan, the more skilled of the two brought his sword down on Shyla. It was a battle no one would forget Suddenly Shyla brought her sword up to block him. Then with a smile she twisted his sword around and struck at Ethan. Ethan knew what was coming even before Shyla knew what was going on. She ducked and turned around, she then tried to par another attack from Ethan but was too slow, and she stumbled back.
Ethan looked at her smugly " So, Shyla willing to give up?"
Shyla just glared at him. She knew she should stop but she knew also it would mean defeat. She got up and charged at Ethan. Ethan suddenly formed a ball of fire in his hand and fired it at Shyla. Shyla was totally unprepared for this new attack and fell back. Ethan knew this would be his chance to do something the world would talk about. He charged at Shyla and Shyla only had a second to look up and see a blade right in front of her face. Then he only knew the searing pain that followed. She was mad now. Mad that another person had gotten the better of her. She got up, and felt the red hotness of her own blood down her face and did to Ethan what he did to her.
The blow felt like sledgehammers hitting her in the head . Shlya knew he had the best of her but she was not about to go down with out a say in the matter.
She found her sword between the attacks and threw it at the Dark lord. To her joy it hit its intended victim and he fell back.
Both war heroes were now deathly injured and neither of them were going to live through this fight. The dark lord had by now seen her swollen belly and knew immediately just, how he was going to finish the woman off.
" I call upon all the powers of darkness and ask of one last favor, let my spirit live on through my murders child"- however when he said this it sounded different to Shyla, to her it sounded like gibberish. Suddenly the dark lord fell dead and for a few seconds every thing was still. Then suddenly a ball of light erupted from his body and every thing it touched turned into a corps, all except for Shyla.
Instead of dying she felt the dark lord's soul flow into her and into her baby. With a shiver of fear she knew that if she lived surly her baby would be the downfall of many lives. Therefore, she too prayed for a way of protecting her self and her baby's original soul.
Suddenly a light appeared in front of her and she saw an angel that looked just like her self. It was then she knew her child was to be a girl and the angel was her dead child's soul. The child those now lives in her belie was dead but would live to cause harm and death.
Shyla then grabbed her daughters hand and she felt her soul being pulled from her body. When she looked back a baby was lying next to her in a puddle of her own blood and all the other people who have died.
Ever since she was born she was forced into war. The one thing she hated the most was the death. Her husband the king was supposed to be here with her but due to a recent illness. She ordered him to stay at the castle. She Could smell it, the blood had a soft metallic scent that seemed to tear at her very soul. It made her sick.
It didn't help much that she was eight and a half months pregnant with child. She knew that if her husband found out, he would of never of let her go. So she left when she wasn't even showing yet. She now used heavy coats and armor to hide the child from her people. Last they needed was to think they needed to sacrifice them selves for her.
Her Hair was White and her skin was just as white to fallow. From a distance one would think she was an angel. But on a closer look they would see a battle torn war Queen. With all the scars to show her victories. When she walked into a room every one immediately gave her the up most respect , so much in fact, the king often became jellious of her.
Now she was headed into the biggest battle ever. One that she knew nightmare side would win. Every man on that battleground was going to die and they knew it. The enemy was the most evil any being could imagine. But they two had a great war General and he was Shylas target. For with out his guidance the followers of his would simply quit fighting and find some other thing to do.
It was only a matter of minutes before Shyla found him. He had been looking for her as well. When there eyes met it was like mixing Vinegar with baking soda in a tightly sealed jar. The air around them seamed to explode with hatred for each other.
It was the dark lord Ethan, who spoke first "Shyla, long have I waited for this pleasure."
"Really, I was about to say the same about you, Have you put on some weight since the last time I saw you?"
"You mock me now, but wait until I have taken you captive, I will use your body for my personal joys, what do you say your highness?"
"I say, you are a sick son of a bitch and I hope that you rot in a hell worse then the one you have created on this world."
Suddenly the smile on the Ethans face faded and he lifted his hand to throw a ball of fire. He was already a few seconds too slow for Shyla effortlessly hit it aside "AWWW is that all you got, poor baby."
Suddenly with a scream of rage he healed his horse and charged at Shyla. Shyla smiled and charged at him with equal force. Then in a shower of sparks the two war heroes flew off their horses and landed on the ground.
You could see the flash of lightning off of her sword.. She looked in her opponent's eyes. They were ready too. Ethan, the more skilled of the two brought his sword down on Shyla. It was a battle no one would forget Suddenly Shyla brought her sword up to block him. Then with a smile she twisted his sword around and struck at Ethan. Ethan knew what was coming even before Shyla knew what was going on. She ducked and turned around, she then tried to par another attack from Ethan but was too slow, and she stumbled back.
Ethan looked at her smugly " So, Shyla willing to give up?"
Shyla just glared at him. She knew she should stop but she knew also it would mean defeat. She got up and charged at Ethan. Ethan suddenly formed a ball of fire in his hand and fired it at Shyla. Shyla was totally unprepared for this new attack and fell back. Ethan knew this would be his chance to do something the world would talk about. He charged at Shyla and Shyla only had a second to look up and see a blade right in front of her face. Then he only knew the searing pain that followed. She was mad now. Mad that another person had gotten the better of her. She got up, and felt the red hotness of her own blood down her face and did to Ethan what he did to her.
The blow felt like sledgehammers hitting her in the head . Shlya knew he had the best of her but she was not about to go down with out a say in the matter.
She found her sword between the attacks and threw it at the Dark lord. To her joy it hit its intended victim and he fell back.
Both war heroes were now deathly injured and neither of them were going to live through this fight. The dark lord had by now seen her swollen belly and knew immediately just, how he was going to finish the woman off.
" I call upon all the powers of darkness and ask of one last favor, let my spirit live on through my murders child"- however when he said this it sounded different to Shyla, to her it sounded like gibberish. Suddenly the dark lord fell dead and for a few seconds every thing was still. Then suddenly a ball of light erupted from his body and every thing it touched turned into a corps, all except for Shyla.
Instead of dying she felt the dark lord's soul flow into her and into her baby. With a shiver of fear she knew that if she lived surly her baby would be the downfall of many lives. Therefore, she too prayed for a way of protecting her self and her baby's original soul.
Suddenly a light appeared in front of her and she saw an angel that looked just like her self. It was then she knew her child was to be a girl and the angel was her dead child's soul. The child those now lives in her belie was dead but would live to cause harm and death.
Shyla then grabbed her daughters hand and she felt her soul being pulled from her body. When she looked back a baby was lying next to her in a puddle of her own blood and all the other people who have died.
