Ellie Larrard
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A Battle Short.
We stand in line, the evening fog playing tricks with my vision. I can't see what stands before me. A line of the dead. A wall of horror. Those sent to destroy and slaughter. Like shadows they move in the dim light, odd sparks of silver as the failing light beams off a sword. But we stand before them. A force sent to silence the screams. To end the pain they have beheld on so many of our people. We join and meet on the field, a few acres of lush green. A green soon to be slick with the blood of hundreds. Ours and theirs. Perhaps mine. I stand in line my shoulder touching those beside me. Our shields locked in an essential bond between warriors. I look beside me to a face I know only in passing. A helmet covers his face, all but his mouth and teeth which he bares in aggression. Hot air like dragon’s breath circles above us as war rage slowly crackles in our veins. I look to my other side to her face, her blonde hair braided back to halo kohl eyes. Like my own, the black has run rivers down her cheeks. In war we appear to cry tears of the darkest blood. A hellish nightmare, the shield-maidens of our land. I look to the enemy again. The last of the golden evening light dancing through the trees; such a beautiful thing. A stark contrast to what will soon be unleashed beneath its beauty. Finally but always, I look to him. Standing at the front of us all; his mighty army. Standing ahead of the shield wall he holds nothing but his sword, a perfect extension of his warrior soul. His worn leather armour is strong about his body, promising protection should he need it. He's counting those he can see. He's calculating those we can kill. He will win this war. This war that could end thousands of deaths. We know what this means. He knows what he must do. He is our leader, our general and my love. He turns then, clearly decided on our plan of attack. He glares along the front row, looking each soldier in the eye. A silent request, will you die for me? Will you die for your people? Will you fight with every fibre of your being for the ones you love? And always, a silent yes. A nod of every man and woman. Until he reaches me. As I gaze into those honeyed eyes that before seemed so full of battle rage; I see only love. The honey softens to liquid as he looks to me, at his warrior love. His request was already asked the night before. I would die for him, as he would me and so I smile at him. In the middle of a war but before the bloodshed can begin; I smile at the love of my life. His eyes light up, the darkness banished for just a moment. He raises his hand to his heart, that which belongs to me, for the briefest touch before taking a breath in. A deep breath before the plunge. Or the fall. We will know soon enough.
By Ellie Larrard5 years ago in Geeks
