I watched them, like an endless line; they marched in perfect form, strait columns and strait rows, all perfectly in step. Their hammering footsteps sounded like the ever approaching of thunder, rumbling in the distance and growing and shaking as it draws near. As they dipped below in a fjord, disappearing into the depths of its crevices, our whole army, their nerves unbalanced, waited with tense shaking fear. As I could see them rise from this fissure, all the men around me seemed to gulp down air, eyes locked on the leaders for the cue. More and more men began to spill out and march down the steep embankment, each step they took confirming their lust for blood. As they spilled over the edge, time seemed to slow down and my eyes darted everyway trying to estimate how many we were up against. All of a sudden, the general's sword caught the light and the cue was given. This was it.
My feet began to make impressions in the mud, and I gritted my teeth as I pushed off to meet the attackers. The sweat from my forehead began to tremble down my body, onto my arm, making my grip a little shaky and unsure. As I approached the enemy, I could see the evil burning in their eyes. As I kept running and their piercing orbs came even closer, a tremor of prickles swept down my back and through my body. For a second, my very soul became as frozen and wasted as our enemy's heart's. Soon I became swarmed by both sides fighting for survival. The elements of fortitude were in me and I fought vigorously, killing any who dared to challenge it. I had no idea how I would fare on the battle field, but my rather small size seemed to have saved my life more than once that day.
After twenty minutes of relentless killing, the mass of soldiers loosened, and the reddened field became less visible with bodies. As I looked out across the scattered ground, only about one-hundred soldiers remained. I was relieved with this and began to grin through my obvious fatigue. Quickly regaining my composure, I began running to help the others in danger. I only got half-way when my body began to tire from overwork.
"It's this armor!" I yelled, obviously worn out of my senses and growing frustrated.
Feeling the weight and the ever-growing exhaustion of my body, I decided to take off my breastplate since the legions had died away mostly and was on the far end of the field. Impaling my sword in the thick black mud, I ripped the heavy metallic armor from my body, and dropped it to my side. Leaving only my helmet on, I grabbed my sword and raced on. As I kept fighting, somehow I spotted William. I thanked the fates, and pursued to his aid. Near him, I fought any attackers who dared press their luck, and with my short and narrow build, I did quite well. I spun in and out, dodging and making attacks with every turn. Feeling that I had defeated all pursuit in the area, I turned to help the others. As I turned to go, I spotted a huge man aiming a bow at William. I ran as fast as I could, and right before he fired it, I struck him from the back with the handle of my sword, throwing his arrow off target and saving William's life. The opponent fell hard on the ground and ceased to move. Thinking this man was surly comatose or dead, I continued on. A moment later would prove how wrong I was.
From behind, a dull thud crashed into my helmet, knocking it off. The cool air rushed past my sweat beaded scalp, and a wave of chills swept down my neck. Dazed and on the edge of collapse, I turned to meet this new attacker. Through clouded eyes, I could see this man carried an unusual weapon, one that I had not encountered before. As he came closer, I held my ground and stared into his yellowish eyes. His weapon reminded me of a Spadone. He thrust his weapon at me with force, but I was just as quick. Our armaments met, and a horrible crash rang out. Since he was much stronger than I, he threw mine off with ease. My hair was flying in the wind, and became more of a distraction by the second. As we met again, I could have sworn I heard my name rise above the wind and the clashing of steel. I had no choice but to ignore it, if it was in fact real, and once again my full attention rested on this deadly foe in front of me. Suddenly, a sharp burst of wind whipped my hair in front of my eyes…and that was all it took. With this new disruption, my aim was thrown off, and his blade dug a shallow hole in the back of my right shoulder. A white hot light exploded in front of my eyes, and fell to the ground. Blood pooled around me mixing itself in with my sweat and thick mud. I heard my name again, this time I was sure of it. As I lay sprawled out over on the ground, my face lifted to see the giant, yellow-eyed man, grinning evilly over my body, ready to make his kill. Before he could make his move, I reached for my sword. I figured since this had to be then end, I would at least take one more life before mine ended.
But I didn't have to.
Before I realized what was happening, I saw a figure fighting beside me. I couldn't be sure of whom, but I figured the miss-fired arrow would have gotten someone's attention. His sword skills were superb and within seconds, the huge man was beside me dead. My eyes were failing me because of my loss of blood, and consciousness became difficult to sustain. The silhouette knelt beside me and two words were spoken:
"We won."
Author's note: This chapter took freakin' FOREVER to write. Between planning it out, and knowing how I wanted to lay all the events out, it took me over a month to do. This chappie is the milestone. Once I got over this one, the rest were a breeze, so yes, the story is complete, I FINISHED IT! I'm going to hold off and post the remaining chapters little by little, and not all at once. I have my reasons, so hush. Anyway, if you didn't really like this one, go easy on me this was a hard chapter to write, and I mean HARD!
God bless!
