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|Necro (standard:fantasy, 2673 words)|
|Author: Marty||Added: Jul 02 2005||Views/Reads: 2042/1247||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the unfinished prolouge from my novel. Please rate it.|
PORLOUGE It had started to rain heavy on the Morale Fields leaving a curtain of grey rain in its wake. Droplets made a loud splash that echoed through the evening air as it collided with muddy ground. The ground was full of deep water-filled hoof prints and human prints that had gradually overflowed with the small explosions of rain. Poached ground stretched ten yards north and south, east and west. It had formed a once muddy battleground where a historic battle commenced, but now it was a water lodged grave for the dead. Bodies of men, woman and animal alike filled the square of brutality. The once clear Narrow River that ran between the field, that was the only passable borderline between Pern kingdom and Evil Ruins Of Shun, was now bloodstained from the hallow ones crossing. Some broken arrows floated down the blood-red river, but some sailed down on once human corpses and body limbs. There was a worse scene on the bloodstained battlefield that spread out in front of a large army of men. Arrows had punctured the muddy ground as well as sliver and bronze bucklers and an array of weapons. Blood spattered long swords stuck up right or flat beside the human, or other beings that had wielded them. More bodies covered the field; some of them left a dark-red blood trail that flowed from body to body. But other bodies made no blood canals as they were to decomposed for blood, if any liquid to flow trough there once perfect bodies. Headless Bodies were being swallowed up by the muck, or were stampeded on by human and horse feet that pushed them further in their watery graves. The army that overlooked this horrid site were far from disgusted at what they saw, instead they cheered and shouted blood-lust roars in to the black and red evening sky. One soldier in particular was standing in front of the large army of swordsmen, spearmen, knights on horseback and archers. He was also on horseback. He was the most noticeable of the army, as he wore the only golden armour, from his feet up to his helm that made him stand out like a cloud in the sky. His armour shone even in the grey dull rain, leaving an impressive and encouraging light in his comrade's eyes. There was a crescent of a long tower and two swords crossed to form an X over the tower. This image was on all of the soldier's breastplates or brown leather armour and sliver bucklers. The important man also wore a black in colour ring mail underneath his amazing armour. A brown leather scabbard with a golden fire like pattern on it was in crested from the point to the middle of the scabbard. The scabbard was attached to a large black leather belt that was wrapped around the man's waist. His black stallion like the rest of the horses had a brown saddle, which now had bloodstains on most of them. But this mans horse had the only gold and red cape around her torso. It now had mud incrusted on all sides of it. The man trusted his long sliver sword into the air and the army of soldiers raised their swords and shields also and gave a monstrous Cheer in response to him. Through clinched teeth under his golden helm and mask, and through his tightening grip on the handle of his mighty sword he spoke, in response to the great cheer his comrades gave him. “This sword has not seen a better day than this day,” The man shouted over the deafening rain that fell. The other soldiers gave another glorious roar and then silenced to let the man speak again. All eyes where glued on this one man. Pride and excitement where shown in there watery eyes. “We have made a new chapter in our glorious history today and nobody will forget what has happened here, on these plains, on the Morale fields.” He paused to let the sentence surge through his comrade's cheers and howls. “Your son's sons will remember this day and remember you, you who lead this army to its first victory over the dead, the hollow ones.” He paused again to the deafening sound of the men's cheering. The cheering sounded disorientated over the exploding rain, but none the less the army of men cheered even though some of the men couldn't make out what this important man preached, but they knew it was something to be proud of. “And I say lead, my brothers instead of follow because all of you are important then the next solider and the next captain....” He paused once more but not for the sound of cheering, instead it was to take in a big breath of moistened air. “And kings.” He shouted as hard as he could. The army of men roared and cheered, shaking their swords and shields about in a flurry of sliver and bronze. “Yes my brothers yes. But our task is not complete...” he paused again and turned his stead around and pointed his long sword towards a dark group of about twelve of the dead, a few yards down from the army's position awkwardly wading waist deep across the narrow river. There moans where heard through the lashing rain as the army of men silenced and starred. The moans where like sharp razors cutting each and every soldiers ear, a familiar noise, which they despised dearly. A noise they remembered as the one Click here to read the rest of this story (134 more lines)
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