Battle Of Blue Glade Fell (standard:fantasy, 2956 words)
Author: Ben Miller	Added: Aug 03 2006	Views/Reads: 2942/1957	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.

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Maw wanted. 

Silence, now took the field, it was the gasp before the roar and
everyone, even  the great War Princess, took a moment to say a few 
prayers before she unclasped her sword from her holster, thrusting it 
above her head, signalling forward. Her troops, charged with no 
hesitation, leaving Lillyanna and Gabriel stood, the black horse reared 
slightly then led over the field, closely followed by Gabriel. The two 
sides collided like waves upon a rocky shore and upon impact there were 
casualties. Still, not even at the front of the battle, Lilly dodged 
huge boulders that were clearing paths of her men, fired from the huge 
catapults bedded behind the savage. Others fell into camouflaged pits, 
impaled on long spears propped up right within their mouths. At long 
last the General and her Lieutenant cut their way to the front line of 
savages. They tried to strike up at them, when in swift slices, heads 
rolled off shoulders spraying jets of thick, red blood upon the horses 
silky fur. A distinct sound carried over the war cries to Lilly's keen 
ears, the distinct leader horn of Maw, the evil war lord that had 
exacerbated the crisis which now ended up in this conflict. She stared 
the horse in Maw's direction, giving no signal to Gabriel who had been 
hounding her every move, forgetting that it was her which was blocking 
blows to him, rather then the other way round. The Lieutenant was 
compelled to do his best to defend her, even with his life. Charging 
through the mass of bodies, both dead and alive, he chased Lilly when 
an enormous force barged into the side of him throwing him off his 
horse, sinking his heavily armoured body into the liquidised mud below. 
Gabriel climbed to his feet immediately blocking a hit from a mounted 
savage who was the culprit for knocking him off his ride. The bull 
snapped at him as the rider turned for another hit when luckily a stray 
catapulted boulder crashed across the ground, catching the rider in its 
first bounce, crushing the savage under the weight. Quickly, Gabriel 
was back on course, slashing limbs and lumps of flesh, with fantastic 
speed finding Lilly had disappeared out of view. 

Her horse bound over the small blind summit just to have the animal's
neck rip open from an unforeseen wire stretched between two spears. The 
creature collapsed in a heap, while Lilly crawled from beneath its dead 
body. She was stood in a clearing, a small stretch of grass where she 
confronted Maw. The beast he rode snorted while it paced back and forth 
in front of her, she was dwarfed by the size of both of them. “Your 
farther was a fool to send a woman in to battle” Maw insulted, in his 
gruff voice. “As much as a fool he was to trust you, you loathsome 
animal” Lilly spat, getting in to her fighting stance, waiting for the 
hefty Maw to dismount, however, he did not take her proposal. Using his 
studded whip he pulled the bull in to a thunderous canter toward her, 
whirling the black mallet at his side he almost hit her, and as he 
strode passed she rose her blade that dripped with a slither of blood. 
Maw looked surprised touching his arm under the torn fold of fabric, 
exposing a deep gash that gushed with his own blood. His nostrils 
flared in a rage as he raised his dirt ridden fingers to his mouth, 
smearing the blood on his tongue. Lilly stood back watching as he 
dropped in to their arena, the final battle between the Generals. 

Lilly stood her ground throwing her arrow shaped helmet to the floor,
allowing her matted hair to swish down her back. She was ready. Both 
her hands clenched the swords hilt, while Maw shrugged out of his 
antlered garments shuffling slowly towards her, the long shaft of the 
mallet held secure in Maw's large hands, the wound she had inflicted 
did not seem to pester him as much as she had hoped. She knew if she 
cut down the savages leader that the rest would depleat quickly, like a 
bee hive without a Queen. She could end it now! They glared into each 
others eyes, one waiting for the other to make the first move, when 
suddenly like a bolt of lightning Maw flung the head of the mallet in 
her direction. Sharp and agile she manoeuvred around his side taking a 
swipe, cutting in to the leather rug he wore as a piece of armour for 
his torso. It barely even nicked his skin as he spun to catch her swift 
movments, missing her yet again he released a roar of frustration as 
the mallot sank in to the earth for a second time. It was taking so 
much power to lift the heavey weapon, each time droplets of sweat 
rolled down his face. Before he could lift the mallot again he stood 
hovering his weapon, his head hanging while he gulped in lung full's of 
air. Lilly had done it! She had caught him in his weak spot a small gap 
in the vest at the middle of his spine, her blade had disappeared 
almost all the way into his body but because of his large structure the 
swords tip did not protrude. They stood joined in death, victory and 
defeat for only a moment. Maw's ginger beard was now coated with blood 
that had spewed out of his mouth, slowly he began to slip off Lilly's 
golden blade to the floor where he so rightly belonged. 

“Your Highness” 

A familiar voice called over to her from the lip of her arena. She
smiled wearily over to Gabriel who scrambled bloodied and dented toward 
her.  However, their moment of victory was short lived as a large 
figure appeared behind the fair Princess,  in a horrific scream an 
almighty horn pushed throw the back of her, tearing upward, piercing 
her front armoured plate like a burning arrow through warm flesh. The 
savages pet had taken its revenge over its masters death, impailing her 
slim body upon its enormous right hand side horn, shaking her delicate 
frame with each jolt of the head. Gabriel's expression of relief 
shortly changed to disbelief as he now found himself charging head on 
to the beast. Quickly he dodged round the broad side of the bull into 
its blind spot where the Princess's body luckily restricted its vision. 
Gabriel sharply brought down his blade through the horn with little 
difficulty separating Lilly from its painful thrusts of the head as 
blood spouted out of the based stump which was left, with one final 
blow before the creature pulled its rage on to the perpetrator of its 
pain, he cut deep into the back of its neck almost detaching its head 
from its thick set shoulders. 

Lillyanna's weak body was pulled in to the Lieutenant's armoured arms.
He had feared this sight more then anything he could imagine. The King, 
his charitable King will be devastated. Tears clouded his sight as he 
removed a fading strand of hair from her creamy porcelain face. For 
what breaths they were she still breathed in quivering judders and 
gulps and if only for a moment their eyes met, both knowing this was 
going to be the last the Princess would see. Her blueing lips parted as 
if to speak releasing a jewel of red blood down the corner of her 
mouth, which trickled down to drip off her chin. Lilly's hand, that 
held Gabriel's, went tight and then nothing, she became limp, lifeless. 
The War Princess was dead and her royal blood stained his virginal 
hands, his first sticky feel of what it was like to feel a comrades 
cold blood. Carefully he laid her down, her body  just as beautiful in 
death as what she was in life. Gabriel rose to his feet walking sorely 
toward the savages body, which laid face down in a pool of his own 
blood. Detaching a long bladed dagger from his thigh he loomed over the 
body, lifting the corpse by the hair to expose the black neck that he 
was about to carve into. 

“Look upon your leader” 

Gabriel's voice roared through the thick pulsing cries of the war field
and all stopped to gaze upon him. He brought up the decapitated head of 
Maw high above him, showing the savages their beloved General. They had 
lost and were fighting for a dead mans cause. Like rodents, caught in a 
farmers lamp, they dropped their weapons fleeing in the opposite 
direction from the silver army, depleting like the sea at high noon. 
The men looked up at him in confusion before they all rose their swords 
above their heads realising screams of victory, which Gabriel did not 
share, he simply threw down the already festering head wandering back 
to the resting place of Lilly. 

Galloping through the proud archway of the castle of the King Gabriel's
horse tried to ignore its sore battle legs. It wheezed in trumpets of 
snorts until in urgency he leapt from its back into the darkened stone 
square to begin his climb up in to the castles column. 

Guard's called for the news but Gabriel's now harsh face just gave them
an ounce of a glance before passing by into the King's chamber. Few 
candles were lit making the room dim in comparison to what it looked 
like in the day. Bright vibrant wall scrolls lavished the chamber now 
were mudded in deep purples, while luxurious gold ornaments lost their 
shine. From the curtained four poster bed, set in the middle of the 
room, a hoofing cough tore through the fabric, where a crouched frail 
looking old man sat amongst several large folds of a thick set of 
sheets. His greying eyes  lit, for only a moment, hoping to see Lilly 
to be the one shadowing his door way but no, it was his most loyalist 
of Lieutenants. The young innocent face of his youngest Lieutenant was 
now captured in a shadow that only war could inflict on a man. 

“Where is Lilly?” 

The King asked in  a tearing cough to have Gabriel come to his bedside,
a single  candle behind the King's bed allowed the one curtain to 
become slightly transparent so each could see one another. 

“The savage Maw is dead. Blue Glade Fell is ours once more and as for
Lilly” 

Gabriel brought forward a satchel bringing forth the General's war
helmet, he parted the curtain laying it in the King's lap. Slowly and 
shakily the King took it, in his talon like hands, feeling the coldness 
of the steal send a chill deep into his sole. Crystal tears ran the 
many cannons of his old face 

“Her death was not in vain, it was your daughter that ended the savages
life, she brought us our victory” 

“Gabriel come closer” the King's voice was a wheezing whisper 

“I have no kin to take my place after I am gone, you are young but I
know you are valiant. Rule over the land try and unit all which was 
broken years passed. Bring the savage back into the fold, that is all I 
ask of you.” 

They sat silent for a few moments when the King parted the curtain
looking directly in to Gabriel's shaded eyes 

“Now take an old man to his daughters body” 

“The men fetch her, Sire” The Lieutenant said softly helping the
hunching old King from his bed. 

Great torches of red flame snaked the purple hills on the armies return.
The first line of men on limping steeds towed a cart behind them 
through the arched gates and into the square. Guards, servants and 
civilians lined the open corridors, which ran the walls of the yard. 
Emerging from the mouth of the stairs Gabriel escorted the dwarfed King 
toward the halted cart where his beloved daughter lay motionless, as if 
asleep. The crusted blood and flecks of mud that once decorated her 
face were now wiped away, her hair laid over her dainty shoulders while 
her body was lain on a bed of clubs, while across her chest hiding the 
gaping wound was Maw's fevered mallet. This was a token of the highest 
respect from the troops, taking the time to gather the savages weapons 
and arranging her as they did. Slowly the shaking, old hand of the King 
rested upon the freezing skin of Lilly, his sparrow like legs gave way 
from grief, his light body was quickly caught by Gabriel's strong arm 
that held him secure. 

A great sorrow filled the lands and upon the tomb of the War Princess
flowers of all colours laced it, from yellows, pinks to royal reds and 
soft whites. As time slipped away and her father met her in the ground, 
a constant column of light that always broke the thickest of clouds 
shone upon them, like even their Gods graced them with eternal sunshine 
for their sacrifices. 

Over the peaceful lands the new King, King Gabriel watches over his new
kingdom with high expectations, he remembers that first battle, the 
beautiful Lillyanna at his side and the aging face of the man who gave 
him this great responsibility. All is quite now but all wonder for just 
how long. 


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