Sunday, July 26, 2009

Change of Gears!

We change gears, from 1 to 2! (assuming you have seen a car with manual transmission in your life).
I am going to write something different this time! since I haven't written anything in a long time (not that I have any reader other than you, you know your self!)
So a story for you because I know you like to read.

Five Seconds Before We Start The End.


The dry bitter air singed his nostrils as he breath deeply. Leaving a tart slimy taste on the back of his throat he just couldn't shake. Thankfully the random motion of being charge while in tight formation had stopped, the cries of men, and horse had not. His large full helmet played strange tricks with his vision. Shadows crept where there were none, and there was a slight trickle of blood dripping down one side on the inside of his helmet. The entire effect was to paint his vision of the world as a dark place where the sky bleed. Added to this nightmare vision were the sounds of horses screaming. Or attempting to scream. Eyes white, they spit and coughed huge globs of spittle and blood attempting find their way with wind through their crushed and ripped wind pipes, succeeding in simply causing a nauseating high pitched screech and fountains of lung mucus. The cries of men, were less. He wished he time to put both down.
Two laid dead, most of their bodies cut in half. Although body parts still twitch here and there. Strange thing human bodies. They never died cleanly. It seem to the very end, they tried to live. One was being trampled by his fellows even as he watched. Its cries closed off as heavy hooves crush the remaining life out of his blasted and twisted body. The other he could not see as his unit perform perfect military precision and filled in ranks. The smell of human excretion was the other taste on the back of his throat.
From the downed men, or from the living he could not tell.


He clamped his spurs deeply into his horses side. Normally he would never do this, however this was not normal times. He could feel the loyal steeds blood soak the heel of his leather boot through the metal plates covering most of his feet. The loyal beast was now more interested in the pain coming from its back, then from the huge creature in front of it. He let this bring his eyes in focus. Gripping his fine sword, with its worn yet solid and strong wyvern hide covered handled reassure him. A sword in his hand, enemy to his front, that is all he had ever asked for.
"Lord we have lost two nobles, and 2 men" said the man on his right.
He said nothing. Simply letting his gaze take in the breath of hell that was raising itself approximately ten strides in front of him. As he looked as this creature he nearly started laughing. So many people these days always professed believe in one true god and his most holy prophet who ascended to heaven to sit by his side. However the same people were less sure, when asked about the existence of Evil. Well they should be here with him - now. Their faith in the whole Unseen would be re strengthen. Immediately
As the thing pick itself, he notice that's its legs were not as muscled as he had always thought. They were more bony then muscled. Large joints, and sharp bones, not claws like a lesser beast protruded from the scaly reddish thin flaky skin The huge wings of this thing were finishing unwrapping themselves. The wings were more than twice as wide as this thing was tall. As it flexed its' wings it blocked out a large part of the sky. He realized that charging out of the sky like that into his harden knights couldn't have been nice. He also, noticed were the thing had wounds from the magical arrows that had struck home. Its large bony chest raised twice the height of a man sitting on a large war horse. Its arm stretched outward as if asking if god to forgive it for existing. Fat chance. Then it screamed. A sort of half barking, half long mournful wolfish howl. Screaming, every natural living thing could tell that something was here that did not belong.
He realized that none of his men, his friends, would leave the field this day. Alive.


"Men, that is glory." He began, pointing with his sword. "The one true god has given us the most precious gift a soul can have. He has given us the chance to earn his praise. If this thing passes it will eat your children, and rape your wife. Maybe the other way around. It will not pass. It is destruction and evil. It can bleed. It can die. And it will die. Today."
Giving a signal that had existed since time eternal. He raised his sword, swung it around twice in a circle, slamming his spurs home releasing his reins, holding with his knees, raised up on his steed. pointed his horse and sword directly at the dog beast in front of it, and screamed the only thing men in his situation should.


Im really sorry that you dont like fantasy stories but live with it!
Thats what im passionate about.

Oh and a quote:
War bring peace, Slavery brings freedom, so we need both to have a god world" -anonymous