~ I just realized I have lots of stuff that I forgot I had written! lol.
This happens to one of them. It fairly good I hope. This one's kinda happy.
It was written about a pic someone special drew for me and no I will not
send it to you. Well here it is enjoy. ^_^~
Scene
The battle was over the ground a scuff with foot print and smeared in blood. In the sky above the stars shone like tiny lanterns to illuminate the horrific scene below. Will looked around. As the red haze of the bloodlust wore off he plunged his sword into the harden earth. He felt sore all over. He tried to sit down but the ripple of nausea stopped him. He looked into a shield near by. In its dull surface he could see a weary face with a body covered in slashes and the tattered remains of cloths. A mere shadow of the warrior he though he'd be. A sound caught his attention. Will looked up the form if his beloved Amber. She glanced at him with her beautiful brown eyes full of fear, love and relief that he was alive. Then she ran to him ignoring the bodies she stumbled over on the way to his warmth. When she flew into his arms he held her tight and close to him, not wanting to let her go. He renewed from the warmth of her body and her love for him. Will felt like the hero that he always wanted to be.
As their lips met, a rose appeared in the night sky and intertwined its self with the crescent moon. Like magic the Weaver's words of prophecy could be heard, whispered on the sudden wind.
"Under the crescent-rose moon a world of peace and prosperity shall be born, with righteous rulers to over see its splendour."
~ yeah that's it. It was suppose to be the ending of a story. I just never wrote the story. I would write it, but can't remember it anymore. (. so R&R and let me know what you think! ~
Scene
The battle was over the ground a scuff with foot print and smeared in blood. In the sky above the stars shone like tiny lanterns to illuminate the horrific scene below. Will looked around. As the red haze of the bloodlust wore off he plunged his sword into the harden earth. He felt sore all over. He tried to sit down but the ripple of nausea stopped him. He looked into a shield near by. In its dull surface he could see a weary face with a body covered in slashes and the tattered remains of cloths. A mere shadow of the warrior he though he'd be. A sound caught his attention. Will looked up the form if his beloved Amber. She glanced at him with her beautiful brown eyes full of fear, love and relief that he was alive. Then she ran to him ignoring the bodies she stumbled over on the way to his warmth. When she flew into his arms he held her tight and close to him, not wanting to let her go. He renewed from the warmth of her body and her love for him. Will felt like the hero that he always wanted to be.
As their lips met, a rose appeared in the night sky and intertwined its self with the crescent moon. Like magic the Weaver's words of prophecy could be heard, whispered on the sudden wind.
"Under the crescent-rose moon a world of peace and prosperity shall be born, with righteous rulers to over see its splendour."
~ yeah that's it. It was suppose to be the ending of a story. I just never wrote the story. I would write it, but can't remember it anymore. (. so R&R and let me know what you think! ~
