NightShade
15th July 2004, 14:02
This is a book I've been working on for some time so I'm going to post a couple of the chapters on here. Let me know what you all think even if its bad.
Thanks,
Nightshade
The Same Old Beginnings
A prologue to The Falling
By NightShade
Darkness, then the sounds began to poor into his ears. The sound of rain drumming onto plate mail, of wind howling through a treeless valley, and the screams and cries of war as thousands of armored warriors rushed like a wave into the valley.
Val’eron’s chain mail gloves dug into his hand as it tightened it around the hilt of his sword. He opened his eyes to a water soaked, mud filled valley, where several thousand of his brethren stood bracing themselves for the upcoming onslaught.
Val’eron took a deep breath and barely withstood the urge to empty his stomach. He had hoped the stench of death would be washed away because of the rain, but it still lingered heavily in the air around them.
He reached behind his back and stuck his arm through the straps of his shield and pulled it out before him. This would be the final battle. He could feel it in his bones. No one would be left standing, and he knew it would be him and his men that met this fate and not his enemy.
Several hundred archers stepped several paces ahead of the lines and went to one knee. They all drew arrows and knocked them waiting for the order to be called. Bowstrings were pulled back and the bow was raised. The air grew heavy and thick as the Fallen Ones began to reach the valley floor. They were no more than a hundred yards away from the first ranks of the army.
They moved quickly and passed half the distance within seconds of when they reached the valley floor. Val’eron blinked, and the twang of bowstrings sounded throughout the entire length of the rank. Screams and yells from the oncoming army echoed throughout the valley as they fell to the ground, fire and light consuming their bodies. The archers knocked another arrow and released a second salvo into the army once more.
Val’eron drew his sword, fire consuming the entire blade as the archers fell back behind the line of swordsmen. He pulled his sword back and set his shield in front of his chest. This was the hour when heroes were made, and today Val’eron would become one of the many heroes’ of this war.
The Fallen slammed into the front ranks of the army. The wall held, but just for a moment and then it was done. Several thousand dead in just seconds, but one survived as he rode off to tell his people what had happened. How they had stood, and how they had died. And so the cycle continued, but even the young man knew that it would not last and soon there would be no one else to fight, and no one else to protect that which they had worked so hard to build.
Thanks,
Nightshade
The Same Old Beginnings
A prologue to The Falling
By NightShade
Darkness, then the sounds began to poor into his ears. The sound of rain drumming onto plate mail, of wind howling through a treeless valley, and the screams and cries of war as thousands of armored warriors rushed like a wave into the valley.
Val’eron’s chain mail gloves dug into his hand as it tightened it around the hilt of his sword. He opened his eyes to a water soaked, mud filled valley, where several thousand of his brethren stood bracing themselves for the upcoming onslaught.
Val’eron took a deep breath and barely withstood the urge to empty his stomach. He had hoped the stench of death would be washed away because of the rain, but it still lingered heavily in the air around them.
He reached behind his back and stuck his arm through the straps of his shield and pulled it out before him. This would be the final battle. He could feel it in his bones. No one would be left standing, and he knew it would be him and his men that met this fate and not his enemy.
Several hundred archers stepped several paces ahead of the lines and went to one knee. They all drew arrows and knocked them waiting for the order to be called. Bowstrings were pulled back and the bow was raised. The air grew heavy and thick as the Fallen Ones began to reach the valley floor. They were no more than a hundred yards away from the first ranks of the army.
They moved quickly and passed half the distance within seconds of when they reached the valley floor. Val’eron blinked, and the twang of bowstrings sounded throughout the entire length of the rank. Screams and yells from the oncoming army echoed throughout the valley as they fell to the ground, fire and light consuming their bodies. The archers knocked another arrow and released a second salvo into the army once more.
Val’eron drew his sword, fire consuming the entire blade as the archers fell back behind the line of swordsmen. He pulled his sword back and set his shield in front of his chest. This was the hour when heroes were made, and today Val’eron would become one of the many heroes’ of this war.
The Fallen slammed into the front ranks of the army. The wall held, but just for a moment and then it was done. Several thousand dead in just seconds, but one survived as he rode off to tell his people what had happened. How they had stood, and how they had died. And so the cycle continued, but even the young man knew that it would not last and soon there would be no one else to fight, and no one else to protect that which they had worked so hard to build.