|Battle Of Blue Glade Fell (standard:fantasy, 2956 words)|
|Author: Ben Miller||Added: Aug 03 2006||Views/Reads: 1574/961||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The fantacy kingdom of kings is set to eaither raise or fall with the last battle, the final battle against royle and savage. But who will win and at what costs.|
The Battle of Blue Glade Fell It was a cold day. Clouds of warm condensation passed each man's lips, while horses became restless at their spots. The Silver knights waited for the first battle to begin, the first, they hoped that would be the last. Their generous King, that had been so free in giving to the savages of Blue Glade Fell, had backfired drastically. A plan that was to reunite the kingdoms failed miserably. They now used the honourable intentions of the weakening King to their advantage, turning the lands from lush green scenery to nothing but mud and rock, and it was them now unfamiliar booby trapped lands that they found themselves ready to fight upon. Gabriel turned his horse in a full circle, kicking it on in a raging gallop across the first row of soldiers. His lagoon, green eyes were set on another figure sat on a black horse dressed in a pale blue armour, the General! Striding up a small grassy verge he pulled his horse next to his supervisors, however, it was no man that glanced back at him but a woman. Her name was Lillyanna but to her noble men she was known as the “War Princess,” the Kings only child. She was not only incredibly brave but also incredibly beautiful. Her long blonde hair could not be seen, on the eve of the savages battle, it usually was wound up in bunches that shone as bright as any gold coin framing her perfectly shaped face. Gabriel couldn't understand why such a natural beauty wanted to witness such bloodshed. “The men are ready your Highness” Gabriel's overpowering voice hung in the clammy air around them making Lilly turn to him. She nodded, only slightly, her shining blue eyes left him to whisper in to the horses ear, the beast instantly moved forward. “My most noble men, you have ridden with me once before and won! I prey to the heavens that their magnanimous hand will stretch forward again and grant us this victory also.” She addressed her men, all of them roaring with approval. Gabriel glanced to Lilly one more time before both in perfect unison faced the enemy. In the distance, armed with clubs and stone catapults were the dreaded savages, a group of uncivilised men and woman who were once persecuted by the old royal democracy, now they were a vicious brutal force to be reckoned with. Their leader , a hairy wild man, by the name of Maw. His hazel eyes shone with madness and his fierce long beard seemed to fight to get away from his mudded unclean face. Maw's garments reflected how the large man dressed himself off the land. A fur cloak, which held a set of threatening antlers on the head, made him resemble some sort of creature of hell. His clothes were nothing but rags tatted and holey from years of neglect of living rough in the wild. The weapon he chose to fight with was an over sized mallet made from the thick black wood of a giant zome tree. Proud ancient trees that the savages have no conscience of chopping down, to make their weapons of destruction. Maw did not have to address his troops. No his people were far from civilised, years of inbreeding triggered a constant rage within them. His men's mouths foamed from excitement and their standing stomps echoed over the fields like thunder on an open plain, or drums pounding before the crash of the cymbals. However, as frightening it was to face such an enemy the beasts they rode were just as terrifying as their riders. Immense bulls far muscular and larger then a horse, they carried a broad head that was crowned with a set of polished black horns, they pointed forward over their yellow, glowing, fierce eyes like spears carried by a jouster. The creatures extended bottom jaw, harvested shark like razor teeth, where in the corners of the mouth were the retractable pincer teeth that drooled and slavered with horrific calls to it brethren. Their bodies were uneven, their thick set front legs dwarfed the smaller trunk limbs behind, standing them like a disproportional mammal known as a hyena. They were the beasts of the savage and their bulky frames would disillusion the swift riders of the horses. Well that was what Click here to read the rest of this story (212 more lines)
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