The meadowA Story by CrashDavis47A doe tentatively stepped from the forest raising its head as it scanned the area and moved. Fog danced across the meadow slowly dissipating as sunrise neared, leaving behind drops of dew that decorated every blade of grass. The soft gurgle of a stream could be heard in the silence almost musical as it flowed to and fro. A slight breeze seemed to breathe its way into existence; the branches of the surrounding trees came alive as they responded to its gentle caress. The light from the coming sun painted the sky as it gently woke the world. The doe stiffened, ears twitching as it listened. As abruptly as it had come it bounded of leaving the meadow behind. A steady thumping resonated through the trees growing louder as the source neared. Men poured forth from the forest, shoulder to shoulder they stood thousands seeming to glow as the morning sun played across the surface of their armor. Directly in front of them in the treeline Vallorian sat atop his black destrier waiting his hand poised to give the signal to his men. Dagran had underestimated them and as such had marched his glorious army to their doom. They would continue across the meadow heading east right into the range of his archers. To Vallorian time seemed to slow as his prey neared the first marker. Finally this would end. He gave the first signal which sent runners to the north as south of his position where the rest of his men waited. Ten seconds, twenty, another quick gesture signaled the archers to ready their arrows. The sun was just above the tree line shining brightly, Dagran and his men continued to move toward it and him. Slowly he raised his arm a quick movement of his fingers and the archers loosed immediately preparing another shot. Arrows flew hidden by the morning sun only the slight hum of their flight could be heard. Again Vallorians archers fired. The silence of the meadow was shattered as the deadly missiles found their targets. Men fell screaming, arrows protruding from their bodies. The Surprise lasted only an instant as men began shouting orders. The second volley met as many shields as it did flesh. Vallorian Savagely threw his harm down signaling his men forward. Spears lowered, shields at the ready they moved. The Runner reached Mikkell Fairly quickly. It was almost time, the sun was just about right all he had to do was wait. He looked down the line, his men sat grim face ready for the task at hand. Dagran would pay for his sins and they were here to collect. It was a short wait, the death screams sounded throughout the meadow. Mikkel turned to his men “ Men ready your weapons! Lets show those dogs how to Fight.” Slowly Mikkel and his cavalry began moving toward the meadow. Their pace was a slow walk while in the trees the timing had to be right. Jonathon Began moving his men forward as soon as the runner reached him. The timing had to be perfect. Once the arrows hit Dagran and his men would be searching for an enemy Jonathon would be happy to oblige. He and his foot soldiers marched double time to reach the edge of the trees. A hundred or so strides separated His men and Dagrans. Jonathon raised his hand to signal a halt, Vallorian had to engage first that was the plan. As Vallorian and his men cleared the trees they began quickening their pace. Battle cries filled the air as the enemy spotted them. “Ready men, OUR TIME IS NOW! Forward! The front line Began moving forward shields up short swords at the ready. The men directly behind them moved poised spears up ready to fill any hole in the line . Vallorian dismounted without his cavalry he was just a target while riding, he fought with his men, bled with them , and would die for them if need be. They loved him for it. He could see Dagran atop his destrier shouting orders he would die and Vallorian was going to kill him. They covered the distance in what seemed like seconds a loud Crash Echoed through the meadow as the shield walls met. The shield wall was no place for him and his long sword, he waited in the second line and waited for his men to open a hole he could fill. The clash of metal and the screams competed for dominance over the meadow. As the hole opened Vallorian leapt ahead sword moving in its deadly dance. He was a sight to see, each move quick and graceful and leading to the next. No wasted motion a clear sign of a blade master. He was death. Jonathon watched as Vallorian left his horse Idiot he thought to himself. Stay back we can’t afford to lose you. Drawing his sword he signaled to his men once they cleared the trees the pace quickened. Vallorians men and their initial charge had the desired effect Dagrans shield wall was strained close to the breaking point. Their superior number however gave them an advantage but Jon was coming. The focus of Dagrans Men was no longer solely on Vallorian. Shouts went up as th prepared their flank for attack. Confusion, fear, the emotions coming from dagrans men were so thick they could be tasted. “ No Mercy men!” Mikkel Smiled to himself, it’s working. With Vallorian in front And Jon to their flank Dagran would have nowhere to retreat when he arrived. His cavalry would rip through them smashing them toward Jon and Vallorian. They were fully engaged and doing damage. NOW! He thought as he signaled. Horses cleared the trees and galloped forward lances ready to kill. Perfect the thought crept its way into Vallorians subconscious. Still he moved the dead and the dying all around. Ranks parted as a giant stepped through, Vallorian was by no means a small man but this man was huge. Dagran! it was him! Soldiers moved about to avoid them. “Seems to me yer ready to die boy” Boomed Dagran. Vallorian simply smiled as he moved forward cautiously. Like a striking snake he lashed out his sword parried moved to the next attack, a flurry of blows nearly invisible to the naked eye followed. Slash, thrust , cut , everything stopped before any really damage was done. Vallorian was good but the question that kept nagging him am I good enough? Stop he shouted to himself Dagran will die! He slowed his attack, brut force wouldn’t be enough that at least was clear. “ My turn!” Shouted Dagran Right left Right over Left Under the blows rained down. Blood flowed from a cut on Vallorians forehead close, to close! He was strained to his limit Barely turning aside the most deadly attacks. This had to end and quickly. Clearing his mind, he attacked. Every trick he had ever learned , ever seen , and anything he could come up with. Becoming a blur he danced around Dagran . Moving, waiting for an opening. Dagrans arm so strong and so quick began to slow. Almost! Left, over, under thrust , right , under thrust, left , THRUST! Dagran stood surprise showing just before the lights went out. Mikkel crashed into them. Men were tossed aside as the powerful horses galloped through. Lances broke and men screamed. Jon pushed forward Dagrans men were buckling it wouldn’t be long now. The battle had raged for hours, but it was clearly coming to an end. At one time the meadow had been truly beautiful. Green grass had flowed over hills and gulley’s, Flowers of all colors decorated the landscape, and a stream of the clearest water had flowed. Now the grass was covered in gore, men trampled the flowers as they maneuvered rank by rank, and the stream had become a deep red. They had come with the morning sun from all directions bellowing challenges as they poured forth into the meadow. They died by the thousands. © 2010 CrashDavis47Author's Note
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9 Reviews Added on December 1, 2010 Last Updated on December 1, 2010 AuthorCrashDavis47denver, COAboutIm an aspiring author, what i want to do in life is write novels. Im trying to take a serious go at this so please comment and critique my writing. anything to help me be a better writer is welcome more.. |

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