Title: Forever More
Author: MOI! Red Pollard
Author's Note: Well I've finally picked up my lazy butt and written
some more. This is where you meet my lovely KERA! Oh and I think right
about now I'm supposed to tell you that there are some spoilers
(sorry!) in reference to the King Arthur movie. BUT DEAL!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the King Arthur characters sadly.
Though I'd love for Lancelot to be mine! J OH but I guess I do kinda
own my lovely little Kera and some of the perdy little horsies. Once
again, my undying thanks to Frank Thompson.
Chapter 2: ‡Death in the Family‡
I Vague images flashed before her eyes. Sometimes she
would catch a glimpse of something bright, glinting off metal, and at
other times the picture was just too blurry to comprehend clearly. She
found herself surrounded by a thick cloud of smoke. Lifting a hand,
she tried waving it in front of her face and found that she could
barely see it. Coughing, she made a futile attempt to push the smoke
aside. It filled her lungs and choked back her tears. Covering her
mouth with one hand, she stumbled blindly through the abyss, not
entirely sure where she was or why.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. She tried to open her
mouth to scream but nothing came out. Only the silent sound of her
failure rang loud and clear. Falling to her knees, she cradled her
head in her hands. Her eyes were squeezed shut. No matter how hard she
tried, she couldn't yell for help. Rocking back and forth on her
heels, she let the tears fall freely. Each teardrop splashing against
her pale skin and rolling off onto the ice. Ice?
Trying to get to her feet, she slipped and slid along the
ice which she stood on. Slipping, she skidded a few feet before
stopping. Her cheek hit the ice roughly and large cut formed at her
chin. Looking up she saw a vast army of vicious warriors bearing down
on a much smaller group. She was on a frozen lake. Everyone was
fighting to maintain their balance all the while slashing and killing
their opponents at the same time. One large and brawny knight from the
smaller group strode up confidently to the boundary between them and
the army. Raising his mace, he brought it down so relentlessly that
the aftershock that rippled up his arm stunned him momentarily. A thin
crack began to snake its way upon impact. The warriors yelled in
protest and shortly, arrows were flying through the air aimed for that
one knight.
Not even after he had been hit with two arrows did he
waver until the ice finally gave way. His eyes rolled up into his
skull as the final arrow buried itself deep into his chest throwing
him off his feet rearwards. His blood smeared the blue ice like some
kind of grotesque painting.
Closing her eyes to the fighting, the girl tried to run
but all was to no avail.
Opening her eyes, she saw that she was sitting in the
middle of a field. Yet it was not just any ordinary countryside field.
The thick stench of frying bodies filled her nose and she winced. War
raged around her, oblivious to the huddled form on the ground. Near
her, a warrior brought his arms down as hard as possible, his long
sword slashing right through the top of another warrior's skull. Her
eyes wide with fear, she tripped to her feet and tried running. The
girl had several spots of blood on her. Not her blood of course.
Legs flailing wildly, she tried wiping the blood from her eyes but did
not notice the rock near her foot. Stumbling over it, she fell face
first onto the ground. Yet it wasn't the ground this time either. She
pushed her arms out to break her fall however she landed on something
soft. Lifting the hair from her eyes, she fell backwards away from the
dead body she had landed on. Half of the man's head had been cracked
wide open. His yellowed bloodshot eyes stared up wildly at her and his
legs were skewed at impossible angles. His mouth hung open to reveal
large jagged teeth and a blackened tongue. Still not finding her
voice, the girl stood up hastily and looked around frightened.
Spinning around, she spotted near the top of a hill two
separate figures. They themselves were not engaged in the fight that
was below them but seemed to be caught up in their own personal war.
One of the men was tall and had musky blondish hair. Thick and once
luxurious furs were draped across his shoulders. Hanging at his waist
was an ax that no doubt probably weighed as much as the girl herself.
Suppressing another scream that never did come out, she tried to block
out this terrible nightmare. The other man at the top of the hill was
not as tall but no less valiant and brave. Swinging his sword up, he
barely blocked what could have been a deadly blow from his attacker's
ax. Metal resounded upon metal. After several minutes, his shoulders
seemed to sag and his once strong blocks and thrusts were now more
sluggish. Tumbling over backwards, he landed hard on his back. The
taller man sneered, his eyes glinting red and victorious as he raised
his ax over his head. The fallen man's eyes did not portray the least
bit apprehension and within moments it was all over.
The ax came down at a tremendous speed. The man had no
chance to escape.
Not far from there, the girl spotted a beautiful young
woman. Tears were streaming down her face as she knelt down and pulled
the limp form of a knight towards her arms. A single arrow protruding
from his chest but only the barbs could be seen. His face was as royal
and handsome as they came. His once dark eyes were now closed. His
well defined facial features would go lost. Good strong jaw line. High
and distinct cheek bones. Soft lips. Well muscled arms... chest... The
girl shook her head. Trying not to think about him. It wasn't like her
to become so entranced like this. She returned her attention to the
woman next to the knight. Running a hand through his short and curly
black hair, the woman laid her cheek next to his, crying freely.
The girl felt something touch her feet. Hearing a hollow
THUD, she looked down to see the fallen knight's head roll down the
hill and stop at her feet. Its lifeless white eyes peered up at her,
shattering any self confidence she had left. A warrior off to her side
was forced backwards as a battle club ripped through his torso. Blood
spurted everywhere from his open chest and soon the girl was drenched
in it. Lifting her arms slowly, the crimson dripped slowly off her to
tarnish the ground in it. Her clothes and hair were stained red as
well. Her eyes flashed dangerously from the headless body, to the head
itself at her feet, to the handsome knight. Pressing her soaked hands
to the side of her face, she opened her mouth slightly and
screamed./I
Her eyes flashed open as she sat up in bed. Her body was
rigid and she pulled the blankets closer to her slowly. Where there
had been blood, was now sweat. Her chest rose up and down unevenly as
she took short breaths. Rolling over on her bed, she held her pillow
close to her as if it would give her the moral support she needed. It
was only a nightmare. Something that shouldn't have been taken too
seriously. Tears were sliding down her cheek and she brushed them away
hurriedly with amazement. She was one that rarely got so emotional but
this dream... had been so real.
Looking at her clock, the red numbers 3:20 [am] blinked
back at her. Groaning, she quickly slid back under the sheets as she
heard someone enter her room. A firm grasp shook her back to reality.
"Kera," a voice whispered.
Turning her bleary eyes up, she tried to distinguish the
shadowy figure next to her bed.
"Me and your mother are going to the hospital," the voice
said once more.
It was her father. Confused and still dazed, Kera tried to
sit up but she had never been a morning person.
"Whuh.... Why?" she asked.
There was a short silence.
"Grandma Susan is gone. You stay with your sister. We'll
be back in a couple hours."
Nodding subconsciously, Kera fell back onto her soft and
welcoming pillows. Her eyes drooped as her body cried out for sleep. A
few moments after her father had left the room, more tears flooded to
her eyes. She sobbed into her pillow, trying to dull the sound as much
as possible. First the dream and then her grandmother gone? It was all
too much. Still sniffing, she rolled out of bed and pulled on some
decent clothes. Clamoring down the stairs she threw the door open just
to see her parents driving away in their car. The night was still
young. Darkness was everywhere, dimming even the brightest street
light's glare.
Throwing on a light jacket, Kera swung her leg over her
motorcycle. Actually it had been her older brother's but now that he
was away in college, she claimed it as her own. Outside, the night was
still cool and the dew hadn't even formed on the lawn. All was quiet
and still save for the rapidly disappearing sound of a motorcycle,
slowly vanishing as it made a right turn onto the soundless main
street.
Hi Again. I really can't make long chapters. I'm aiming for a longer
one later though. King Arthur itself is coming out soon! Until then...
Author: MOI! Red Pollard
Author's Note: Well I've finally picked up my lazy butt and written
some more. This is where you meet my lovely KERA! Oh and I think right
about now I'm supposed to tell you that there are some spoilers
(sorry!) in reference to the King Arthur movie. BUT DEAL!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the King Arthur characters sadly.
Though I'd love for Lancelot to be mine! J OH but I guess I do kinda
own my lovely little Kera and some of the perdy little horsies. Once
again, my undying thanks to Frank Thompson.
Chapter 2: ‡Death in the Family‡
I Vague images flashed before her eyes. Sometimes she
would catch a glimpse of something bright, glinting off metal, and at
other times the picture was just too blurry to comprehend clearly. She
found herself surrounded by a thick cloud of smoke. Lifting a hand,
she tried waving it in front of her face and found that she could
barely see it. Coughing, she made a futile attempt to push the smoke
aside. It filled her lungs and choked back her tears. Covering her
mouth with one hand, she stumbled blindly through the abyss, not
entirely sure where she was or why.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. She tried to open her
mouth to scream but nothing came out. Only the silent sound of her
failure rang loud and clear. Falling to her knees, she cradled her
head in her hands. Her eyes were squeezed shut. No matter how hard she
tried, she couldn't yell for help. Rocking back and forth on her
heels, she let the tears fall freely. Each teardrop splashing against
her pale skin and rolling off onto the ice. Ice?
Trying to get to her feet, she slipped and slid along the
ice which she stood on. Slipping, she skidded a few feet before
stopping. Her cheek hit the ice roughly and large cut formed at her
chin. Looking up she saw a vast army of vicious warriors bearing down
on a much smaller group. She was on a frozen lake. Everyone was
fighting to maintain their balance all the while slashing and killing
their opponents at the same time. One large and brawny knight from the
smaller group strode up confidently to the boundary between them and
the army. Raising his mace, he brought it down so relentlessly that
the aftershock that rippled up his arm stunned him momentarily. A thin
crack began to snake its way upon impact. The warriors yelled in
protest and shortly, arrows were flying through the air aimed for that
one knight.
Not even after he had been hit with two arrows did he
waver until the ice finally gave way. His eyes rolled up into his
skull as the final arrow buried itself deep into his chest throwing
him off his feet rearwards. His blood smeared the blue ice like some
kind of grotesque painting.
Closing her eyes to the fighting, the girl tried to run
but all was to no avail.
Opening her eyes, she saw that she was sitting in the
middle of a field. Yet it was not just any ordinary countryside field.
The thick stench of frying bodies filled her nose and she winced. War
raged around her, oblivious to the huddled form on the ground. Near
her, a warrior brought his arms down as hard as possible, his long
sword slashing right through the top of another warrior's skull. Her
eyes wide with fear, she tripped to her feet and tried running. The
girl had several spots of blood on her. Not her blood of course.
Legs flailing wildly, she tried wiping the blood from her eyes but did
not notice the rock near her foot. Stumbling over it, she fell face
first onto the ground. Yet it wasn't the ground this time either. She
pushed her arms out to break her fall however she landed on something
soft. Lifting the hair from her eyes, she fell backwards away from the
dead body she had landed on. Half of the man's head had been cracked
wide open. His yellowed bloodshot eyes stared up wildly at her and his
legs were skewed at impossible angles. His mouth hung open to reveal
large jagged teeth and a blackened tongue. Still not finding her
voice, the girl stood up hastily and looked around frightened.
Spinning around, she spotted near the top of a hill two
separate figures. They themselves were not engaged in the fight that
was below them but seemed to be caught up in their own personal war.
One of the men was tall and had musky blondish hair. Thick and once
luxurious furs were draped across his shoulders. Hanging at his waist
was an ax that no doubt probably weighed as much as the girl herself.
Suppressing another scream that never did come out, she tried to block
out this terrible nightmare. The other man at the top of the hill was
not as tall but no less valiant and brave. Swinging his sword up, he
barely blocked what could have been a deadly blow from his attacker's
ax. Metal resounded upon metal. After several minutes, his shoulders
seemed to sag and his once strong blocks and thrusts were now more
sluggish. Tumbling over backwards, he landed hard on his back. The
taller man sneered, his eyes glinting red and victorious as he raised
his ax over his head. The fallen man's eyes did not portray the least
bit apprehension and within moments it was all over.
The ax came down at a tremendous speed. The man had no
chance to escape.
Not far from there, the girl spotted a beautiful young
woman. Tears were streaming down her face as she knelt down and pulled
the limp form of a knight towards her arms. A single arrow protruding
from his chest but only the barbs could be seen. His face was as royal
and handsome as they came. His once dark eyes were now closed. His
well defined facial features would go lost. Good strong jaw line. High
and distinct cheek bones. Soft lips. Well muscled arms... chest... The
girl shook her head. Trying not to think about him. It wasn't like her
to become so entranced like this. She returned her attention to the
woman next to the knight. Running a hand through his short and curly
black hair, the woman laid her cheek next to his, crying freely.
The girl felt something touch her feet. Hearing a hollow
THUD, she looked down to see the fallen knight's head roll down the
hill and stop at her feet. Its lifeless white eyes peered up at her,
shattering any self confidence she had left. A warrior off to her side
was forced backwards as a battle club ripped through his torso. Blood
spurted everywhere from his open chest and soon the girl was drenched
in it. Lifting her arms slowly, the crimson dripped slowly off her to
tarnish the ground in it. Her clothes and hair were stained red as
well. Her eyes flashed dangerously from the headless body, to the head
itself at her feet, to the handsome knight. Pressing her soaked hands
to the side of her face, she opened her mouth slightly and
screamed./I
Her eyes flashed open as she sat up in bed. Her body was
rigid and she pulled the blankets closer to her slowly. Where there
had been blood, was now sweat. Her chest rose up and down unevenly as
she took short breaths. Rolling over on her bed, she held her pillow
close to her as if it would give her the moral support she needed. It
was only a nightmare. Something that shouldn't have been taken too
seriously. Tears were sliding down her cheek and she brushed them away
hurriedly with amazement. She was one that rarely got so emotional but
this dream... had been so real.
Looking at her clock, the red numbers 3:20 [am] blinked
back at her. Groaning, she quickly slid back under the sheets as she
heard someone enter her room. A firm grasp shook her back to reality.
"Kera," a voice whispered.
Turning her bleary eyes up, she tried to distinguish the
shadowy figure next to her bed.
"Me and your mother are going to the hospital," the voice
said once more.
It was her father. Confused and still dazed, Kera tried to
sit up but she had never been a morning person.
"Whuh.... Why?" she asked.
There was a short silence.
"Grandma Susan is gone. You stay with your sister. We'll
be back in a couple hours."
Nodding subconsciously, Kera fell back onto her soft and
welcoming pillows. Her eyes drooped as her body cried out for sleep. A
few moments after her father had left the room, more tears flooded to
her eyes. She sobbed into her pillow, trying to dull the sound as much
as possible. First the dream and then her grandmother gone? It was all
too much. Still sniffing, she rolled out of bed and pulled on some
decent clothes. Clamoring down the stairs she threw the door open just
to see her parents driving away in their car. The night was still
young. Darkness was everywhere, dimming even the brightest street
light's glare.
Throwing on a light jacket, Kera swung her leg over her
motorcycle. Actually it had been her older brother's but now that he
was away in college, she claimed it as her own. Outside, the night was
still cool and the dew hadn't even formed on the lawn. All was quiet
and still save for the rapidly disappearing sound of a motorcycle,
slowly vanishing as it made a right turn onto the soundless main
street.
Hi Again. I really can't make long chapters. I'm aiming for a longer
one later though. King Arthur itself is coming out soon! Until then...