I waited.... the air, thick with fog, covered both armies like a blanket. I knew that the silence would be broken within seconds, but I savored every one. Suddenly, Whizzzzz! A brilliant blue streak zoomed past my head, and then I knew it had started.
"CHARGE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Although my troops swarmed forward, the opposing army took it as their cue as well.
As I ran foward with my army, tendrils of doubt started to creep into my mind. We were outnumbered by far. I knew casulties would happen, but what if Feelo were to... No, I told myself firmly. I have to keep my mind on the fight. As the enemy leader drew closer, I pulled my weapons out of their scabards. Twin swords, each crackling with energy. Suddenly, the two armies clashed and all hell broke loose. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw bits and pieces of the fight, but it was impossible to tell what was going on. Besides, I had to concentrate all my energy on the fight with the enemy leader or I would die quickly. In my single moment of distraction he whipped out a double-bladed war axe and brought it down on my head.
If it hadn't been for my years of training, he would have crushed my skull. I easily dodged, but I cursed myself under my breath for letting him do that. I swung my swords sideways towards his neck. This should have decapitated the enemy leader, but he was no slouch either. With speed I didn't think possible, he brought up the axe handle to protect his neck. I staggered back, as I put all my strength in that swing. Using his moment's hesitation, I jumped back observed the rest of the battle. Ugh. Things weren't going well. From what I could see, we were losing. Red stained the muddy ground. I just hoped it wasn't all from my army. I had to end this quickly. And the only way I could do this was killing their leader. Maybe if I-BAM! My legs gave way and I crumpled to the ground. I silently cursed myself again. Lost in thought, I had given the enemy leader time to sweep my legs with the blunt side of his axe. My vision grew blurry as I struggled to return to my feet. Was this how I was going to die? I had so much more to accomplish... No! I was not going to die. This war is mine!
That thought gave my renewed strength. I threw one of my swords like a javelin, yelling a fierce battle cry. Unkowing of my plan, the enemy leader swatted the sword away with his axe, chuckling. Perfect, I thought. Summoning every last ounce of strength I had, I leaped up with my sword raised above my head. The enemy leader didn't even have time to scream as the sword went directly into his heart. This battle was over. After their leader died, the enemy troops would run away, as they had no one to lead them. Sure enough, the enemy troops took one look at the blood spreading around their leader and ran. "Some loyalty," I muttered as I watched them. Suddenly, I felt a movement at my foot. It was the enemy leader. He was still alive. I should have pulled out my spare dagger and ran it into his throat, but I let my guard down. I knew, or at least I thought I knew, he could not do anything.
Looking at me with crazed eyes, he whispered, "You think you've won. But this is just the beginning..."
The next few moments were the longest of my life. Looking back, I wish I had done something differently. The enemy commander pulled out a pistol and shakily pointed it at my heart.
I was too shocked to do anything, but if I had, my best friend's life might have been spared. Hearing footsteps, I looked and saw my friend and second in command, Feelo. His combat boots were smeared with mud and blood, but otherwise he looked fine. The relieved smile quickly vanished as he saw the situation. He gave an involunary gasp of suprise, which sounded as loud as a gunshot in the eerie silence. Unfortunetaly, the enemy heard it too. Quick as lightning, he turned the pistol to Feelo and pulled the trigger. Feelo dropped to the ground as the bullet buried itself in his head.
All I remember about the next few minutes is that I went insane. With an inhuman scream I slammed my boots on the enemy leaders head, crushing it. I then sprinted over to Feelo's dead body and shook it violently, willing with all my heart for him to wake up. The battle might have been won, but I might as well have died. My best friend, Feelo, who I had known since a child, was dead. My senses were betraying me. Feelo couldn't be dead, this was all a dream... I snatched a pistol from the nearest body, pointed it at my head, and was about to pull the trigger when I rough hand grabbed mine and knocked the gun down. I thrashed and fought, because I didn't want to live when Feelo was dead. I would have fought the hands more, but I felt a stong hand close around my neck and the world faded into black as I slid out of consciousness.
"CHARGE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Although my troops swarmed forward, the opposing army took it as their cue as well.
As I ran foward with my army, tendrils of doubt started to creep into my mind. We were outnumbered by far. I knew casulties would happen, but what if Feelo were to... No, I told myself firmly. I have to keep my mind on the fight. As the enemy leader drew closer, I pulled my weapons out of their scabards. Twin swords, each crackling with energy. Suddenly, the two armies clashed and all hell broke loose. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw bits and pieces of the fight, but it was impossible to tell what was going on. Besides, I had to concentrate all my energy on the fight with the enemy leader or I would die quickly. In my single moment of distraction he whipped out a double-bladed war axe and brought it down on my head.
If it hadn't been for my years of training, he would have crushed my skull. I easily dodged, but I cursed myself under my breath for letting him do that. I swung my swords sideways towards his neck. This should have decapitated the enemy leader, but he was no slouch either. With speed I didn't think possible, he brought up the axe handle to protect his neck. I staggered back, as I put all my strength in that swing. Using his moment's hesitation, I jumped back observed the rest of the battle. Ugh. Things weren't going well. From what I could see, we were losing. Red stained the muddy ground. I just hoped it wasn't all from my army. I had to end this quickly. And the only way I could do this was killing their leader. Maybe if I-BAM! My legs gave way and I crumpled to the ground. I silently cursed myself again. Lost in thought, I had given the enemy leader time to sweep my legs with the blunt side of his axe. My vision grew blurry as I struggled to return to my feet. Was this how I was going to die? I had so much more to accomplish... No! I was not going to die. This war is mine!
That thought gave my renewed strength. I threw one of my swords like a javelin, yelling a fierce battle cry. Unkowing of my plan, the enemy leader swatted the sword away with his axe, chuckling. Perfect, I thought. Summoning every last ounce of strength I had, I leaped up with my sword raised above my head. The enemy leader didn't even have time to scream as the sword went directly into his heart. This battle was over. After their leader died, the enemy troops would run away, as they had no one to lead them. Sure enough, the enemy troops took one look at the blood spreading around their leader and ran. "Some loyalty," I muttered as I watched them. Suddenly, I felt a movement at my foot. It was the enemy leader. He was still alive. I should have pulled out my spare dagger and ran it into his throat, but I let my guard down. I knew, or at least I thought I knew, he could not do anything.
Looking at me with crazed eyes, he whispered, "You think you've won. But this is just the beginning..."
The next few moments were the longest of my life. Looking back, I wish I had done something differently. The enemy commander pulled out a pistol and shakily pointed it at my heart.
I was too shocked to do anything, but if I had, my best friend's life might have been spared. Hearing footsteps, I looked and saw my friend and second in command, Feelo. His combat boots were smeared with mud and blood, but otherwise he looked fine. The relieved smile quickly vanished as he saw the situation. He gave an involunary gasp of suprise, which sounded as loud as a gunshot in the eerie silence. Unfortunetaly, the enemy heard it too. Quick as lightning, he turned the pistol to Feelo and pulled the trigger. Feelo dropped to the ground as the bullet buried itself in his head.
All I remember about the next few minutes is that I went insane. With an inhuman scream I slammed my boots on the enemy leaders head, crushing it. I then sprinted over to Feelo's dead body and shook it violently, willing with all my heart for him to wake up. The battle might have been won, but I might as well have died. My best friend, Feelo, who I had known since a child, was dead. My senses were betraying me. Feelo couldn't be dead, this was all a dream... I snatched a pistol from the nearest body, pointed it at my head, and was about to pull the trigger when I rough hand grabbed mine and knocked the gun down. I thrashed and fought, because I didn't want to live when Feelo was dead. I would have fought the hands more, but I felt a stong hand close around my neck and the world faded into black as I slid out of consciousness.
