Author's Note: Some may say I took the name of Zion from "The Matrix," the last human bastion on earth near the Earth's core. A reviewer made this… accusation in their review leaving me no means to rebut it so I shall do it here. I wrote this little incomplete piece during the summer of my either Freshman or Sophomore year in High School. And either before, or during the time "The Matrix" was out in the theatres. Now I didn't see the movie until a good amount of time after it was on VHS. And I saw it cold, no prior knowledge of it. So just to those who care, no, I didn't take the name Zion from "The Matrix" but if anything from my past religion of The Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day Saints. So there's that.
Aegis and
Sara stood side by side in front of the portcullis that were the only blockage
for a large band of vermin that waited only the length of the drawbridge away
from the pair. Stalwart determination burned deep inside their stares, they
were a strong couple of mice, with couple being literal. They were mates, of
the truest sense. Their love was without spans or end. It was undying.
The pitch blackness of night
was no place for light or truth, but that which was illuminated by a pair of
wall torches over the mice's' heads and more torches being carried by the
vermin, and the sheer honor that radiated from the lovers' beings.
"I said roll them over and
kill them! We are many, they are few!" shouted a deep voice from the bustling
activity of the small army, "Where are they, give me that!" he continued to
shout, moving his way up after snatching a torch from some lanky rat. Then, he
emerged from the lake of creatures. It was a fox, thin and muscular, but tall.
Sharp orange fur, and a wide stripe of white, covered his large frame. Dressed
in a large, overtly large to be exact cape, no one could tell what tools of
death he carried beneath it. Heaving with each angered breath, he stared at the
pair, then in an instant turned compassionate, "Now my dear friends…what do you
think you are doing here? Honor, the honor your showing, will not save this
castle, nor your lives…so please, do not die a needlessly painful death, and
simply back away." A warm smile, that in every sense appeared genuine, even the
glimmer in his eyes, covered his face.
Aegis spoke with a thick
accent and a bold determination that shot out at the vermin, "We ain't given up
this 'ere castle ta 'u, nor any virmin scoom." Even as he spoke, the sleeping
soldiers of the castle were being risen from their slumber. Aegis, as well as
Sara both knew that they wouldn't live to see the dawn, to see their beloved
son Vanguard grow up, but they knew the sacrifice of their lives, would give
him a chance to live. Sara, as dire as her husband, nodded. They both gripped
the handles of their broadswords tight as the vermin rushed ahead, to wash over
the martyrs…