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In this chapter (only)
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It's kinda hard to write Brother Gilbert...
Chapter Nine
Part Three
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Ashton's raised sword sent her army into perfectly unison shouts, the flashes of reflecting light gleaming in Bowen's and his men's faces.
The man said nothing, his army stone still and silent, but Bowen could hear the faint gasps behind him from a few of the more uneasy men.
"Today!"
Ashton's voice rang out over the field, "Today the Fates shall decide,"
"Who shall live, and who shall die."
"Tonight the victor will nurse the wounds of their men and smile."
"The failed men shall be dead."
Bowen said nothing again, keeping a cool head and effectively keeping his men calm.
Ashton stared right into Bowen, "Let it begin."
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Bowen's sword shone in the sunlight and every archer obeyed the silent command, notching arrows and drawing back...
Ashton's ranks moved forward...
Dragon blood stained blade...
Dragon talon scratched blade...
The swords swung...
DOWN!
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Arrows whizzed through the air.
Swords, shields, spearheads, and armor flashed in the sun.
Countless cries rang from the battlefield.
And Kara witnessed to it all.
There was nothing she could do besides pace the bedchamber or gaze out the window.
She didn't notice the baby had stopped moving in time with her nervous pacing hours ago, nor did she recognize the slowly but steadily building pain...
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Bowen shouted defiantly as a soldier slashed at his arm, he ducked an kicked, the soldier flying into Hewe's sword, the bear nodding to the king as Bowen stabbed another soldier.
"How long have we been at this?"
Bowen glanced up at the sun, the determined face failing for a second, still nothing from that dragon.
"When did we start? I've lost track."
"Just after dawn."
"It's midafternoon..."
"Aw hell!"
"You said it."
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Elaine glanced behind her, and up at the bedchamber window, a cream dress clad Kara stood at the window, her red hair unmistakable.
So far, the baby was waiting...but Elaine would really prefer the long distance archers there on the battlements with her and Brother Gilbert weren't neccessary.
Actually, she hoped the whole battle wasn't going on at all, but once it was set in motion there was nothing she could do besides what was needed.
Brother Gilbert glanced nervously at the sky yet again, and Elaine felt his anxiety, everyone from her village was searching for that dragon.
"Any idea?"
"Unfortunately no, Bowen said that lady had done something to Draco, saying he had limited time when she arrived ten days ago, but even after following her directions of Draco being "above our noses" we can't find him...I just hope he's alright...Bowen doesn't need the stress of a war, a baby, and the second death of his friend..."
Elaine turned to the monk, "You really care for them? Don't you? Even that dragon."
The monk nodded, "Good friends are hard to come by, and even a creature some scriptures have said originated from devil spawning have grown on me...I wouldn't want to lose a close friend..."
The woman smiled a little forcefully, "Neither do I..."
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Aston smiled at the darkening sky, just an hour more and it would be pitch black on the night of the New Moon.
The night was the time of the inhuman, and as the blood drinker she was...she would be in her element...
The human king would fall...
And that dragon would die...
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Bowen growled as he met gazes with Ashton, some how over the entirety of the battle, they had avoided each other even through passing glances...he was going to finish this.
"Well-well-well, if it isn't the knight made king...I wonder how you've made it this long..."
And their swords locked...
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Kara peered into the dimming remnants of the long gone sunset on the battlefield, sporadic flames lighting then being extinguished by either side uselessly.
No word had been sent to her on Bowen's whereabouts, or anyone's for that matter, she could only see Brother Gilbert and Elaine down at the wall, but the shadows were even driving their figures into darkness.
She hadn't realized what was happening until the sudden, agonizing pain mad her crumple to the floor by the window...
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Draco had been deeply unconscious, wherever he was. It was pitch black, and he was curled on hard stones.
Actually he was pinned onto the stones, forced against a curved stone wall, it was only about three and a half feet tall and was digging into his skin.
Draco tried to stand, tried being the main word...
He was chained to the stone, rather tightly he noticed.
And he was at the top of a tower...
But why had he woken up? And in the middle of a...Battle?
Draco groaned a little, he could still feel whatever had knocked him out still in his veins, making his head foggy and every movement, or attempt at movement sluggish.
And then a pained scream rang from below him...
"Kara..."
Lovely...
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Bowen and Ashton must've lost track of time, because when their duel, and the entire battle, was momentarily stunned into silence...they were surrounded by black, night air...
Everything had frozen at a loud, angry roar...
"No..."
Ashton's breathless denial was cut off by Draco's rage, the dragon was wide awake...
And ticked.
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Elaine had thrown off her quiver and dropped her bow seconds after the roar had ended, one of the first to react, after her ears had stopped ringing the scream from the bedchamber made it to her from the window.
Kara was in labor...
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Bowen snarled at Ashton when they resumed their duel, Draco's frustrated cries resounding from the castle, he was guessing coming from the top of the tower the bedchamber was set in.
"What did you do to him?"
"Got him out of the way, even if he is awake...you won't have much time...leave and you might be able to save him from himself..."
Bowen's eyes narrowed, "What are you talking about?"
"There's a sword beneath him, he'll get mad enough to thrash right onto it...he'll bleed out within minutes...Draco always had a rough temper..."
Bowen internally grimaced, on the outside he swung out at Ashton, knocking the sword from her hand.
She glared, baring her fangs, and kicked his wrist hard.
Bowen dropped his own blade, not daring to pick it up.
Knight instincts went out the window.
He'd been in a few bar fights as a dragon slayer, one reason why he met up with Boromir, who he wouldn't mind backing him up with this lithe, quick lady.
The two were keeping apart, until Ashton spun under a swing from him ad then jabbed her boot heel into his back, send Bowen to the ground as his back cracked from over-worked muscles protesting.
Bowen rolled to a crouch and realized his hand had rested on a discarded axe...
Ignoring his aching back and tired body, Bowen leapt to his feet and jumped back from Ashton's next attack.
Performing the same maneuver he had to Kara when teaching her...
The axe head slammed into her stomach.
Bowen smirked, "Like a pudding..."
Ashton screamed as she crumpled to the ground, with that cry she told her army to retreat, ragged as it was...Bowen's men had done well.
A soldier grabbed the lady of the ground as he rushed past with a horse, a gasped omen sliding from her throat as she fled the battlefield.
"You will see me again..."
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Bowen walked amidst the injured, mostly gashes and bruises, out of hundreds of willing, honorable men...only twenty fell.
Compared to the hundreds of Ashton's.
The man shared words with many of the men, confident smiles on nearly everyone's faces, those without were being tended to the able bodied.
Hewe grinned as he rubbed a wrenched shoulder, "I'm getting too old for this..."
"Nonsense, come on...you farm all your life...you're in perfectly good-"
"Bowen!"
The pair turned to brother Gilbert, running to them.
"What is it Brother?"
The monk paused to catch his breath, Bowen gripping the man's shoulders to keep him upright.
"It's Kara."
Yeah! Part Three!
Baby next chapter...sorry
It's really hard to write Brother Gilbert, any suggestions...how does one write a monk?
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