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|Dark Alliances (standard:fantasy, 3036 words)|
|Author: Knightmare||Added: Jun 06 2005||Views/Reads: 1547/1018||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Darkren is King of the Vanid and is hoping to finally end a four year war that has taken him and his people far from their homes. His last enemy though does not plan to make it an easy victory.|
The Nightlord had chosen a good place to make his last stand against the Vanid and Vinir armies. He had kept his army on the Vinir side of the river and had chosen a bend in the river to place his army so that the attacking force would not be able to use their larger numbers to such effect has in earlier battles. He was buying time for his people to get across the river and to safety in Hadec with whatever they could carry. His plan had worked at first, but now his lines were bending and would soon break and the war would be over. Darkren observed the battle from a hilltop close enough to allow him to issue orders to his men, but not so close as to put his camp at risk. He shook his head as he watched the Hadecians die in the hundreds and still refuse to surrender. He knew that the Nightlord would only allow those people across the river who were carrying what plunder remained from the failed invasion. The Nightlord himself could not return to Hadec and live, for his own people would turn on a coward who fled the battlefield. Darkren glanced over at the sound of someone approaching from behind him and smiled at the haggard looking Thyra. “You look like you had fun down there your Majesty.” he said with a smile. Thyra was dressed in brown pants with a green tunic in the fashion of her people the Vinir. Her gray cloak was thrown back showing the short swords, one worn on each hip, while carried her short bow in her right hand. Her red hair was tied back in a braid, but during the day of battle some of the hair had come lose. “I always have fun when I get the chance to kill some of those bastards.” she said coming up next to him. She looked down at the scene below with a small smile. “Why did you call me back from the front?” Darkren pointed over at the setting sun and Thyra smiled. “So it is your turn to have the fun my lord?” “I don't think that ridding your land of these madmen is fun, but it does make the days far livelier than before the invasion. I need to change before I lead the attack tonight, so if you would excuse me.” Darkren turned and headed back into his tent where he changed his white shirt for a black one that he had laid out earlier. He began to pull his hair back when someone walked into the tent. Turning, he saw Thyra standing next to the entrance while she watched him put on his sword belt and reach for his coat. When he reached for his hair tie she beat him to it and put a hand on his shoulder to guide him down to a chair. “You need to get more rest than you do. What would happen if you died because you were too tired to lift your sword tonight?” she asked. Before he could answer she began to pull his long black hair back out of his eyes and tied into a tight tail. Coming around in front of him she looked into his red eyes that matched the red of her hair. Her green eyes did not flinch when she looked into his eyes, but they did soften a bit. Putting his hand on her cheek he pulled her to him and they kissed. “Silver would never let me die here against these fools my love and you know that.” he said invoking the name of the moon god. “He has other plans for us than to give me a young death in battle so far from my home. Don't worry about me, I will be fine and back when the sun rises again.” Turning he left her in the tent alone. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small gold talisman. “Lar, please ask Silver to keep him safe.” she asked the sun goddess. * * * Darkren and those with him seemed to blend into the night like the shadows themselves. They were all Bladedancers, the best the clans had to offer against any opponent. There were two groups of Bladedancers, the gold and the silver. The gold's led the army while the silvers did the more dangerous task of attacking the enemy at night. There were Click here to read the rest of this story (249 more lines)
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