Thank you so much for all the kind words and hugs. I'm not depressed, I
just get sad sometimes, you know? Hmm, I don't think many people are going
to believe me after this chapter. . . Odd, isn't it? This all started out
from a story with maybe 150 words. . .
I sat on the hilltop. The scene laid out before my eyes was more horrible than you could imagine. The black mare I was riding shifted uneasily beneath me. I stroked her neck knowing she felt the same as me. Everything looked gray and burnt. The scene where the battle had taken place was strewn with weapons and bodies. I lifted my eyes from the scene and looked at the remaining warriors, not even all warriors, some like me just pulled into battle. Some were looking away, some giving a small prayer for their fallen comrades. Then, one strangled cry escaped my lips.
"Why"
I heard hoof steps behind me, and saw him riding up on his charcoal gray stallion. I looked into his eyes, he felt the same as me. I looked from soldier to soldier, each one's eyes mirroring how I felt. War was the most horrible weapon imaginable. It ripped through anyone who still had the faintest shred of good left in them. I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help myself. A few silent tears slid down my cheek, running through cuts and blood, turning them an eerie reddish-clear color as they fell onto my horse's neck. He put his hand onto my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. Then he said two small words,
"Let's go."
Even in my state of shock, I shifted the reins in my lifeless hands and turned my horse away from the scene, putting it behind me. I was ready to put it behind me, also in my mind.
Wow. Nine chapters. Well, I suppose this will go on forever, or at least until I stop dreaming. . .not that that'll be any time soon. Wow, that was a long chapter.
I sat on the hilltop. The scene laid out before my eyes was more horrible than you could imagine. The black mare I was riding shifted uneasily beneath me. I stroked her neck knowing she felt the same as me. Everything looked gray and burnt. The scene where the battle had taken place was strewn with weapons and bodies. I lifted my eyes from the scene and looked at the remaining warriors, not even all warriors, some like me just pulled into battle. Some were looking away, some giving a small prayer for their fallen comrades. Then, one strangled cry escaped my lips.
"Why"
I heard hoof steps behind me, and saw him riding up on his charcoal gray stallion. I looked into his eyes, he felt the same as me. I looked from soldier to soldier, each one's eyes mirroring how I felt. War was the most horrible weapon imaginable. It ripped through anyone who still had the faintest shred of good left in them. I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help myself. A few silent tears slid down my cheek, running through cuts and blood, turning them an eerie reddish-clear color as they fell onto my horse's neck. He put his hand onto my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. Then he said two small words,
"Let's go."
Even in my state of shock, I shifted the reins in my lifeless hands and turned my horse away from the scene, putting it behind me. I was ready to put it behind me, also in my mind.
Wow. Nine chapters. Well, I suppose this will go on forever, or at least until I stop dreaming. . .not that that'll be any time soon. Wow, that was a long chapter.