Post by kain17335 on Jun 5, 2014 9:57:34 GMT -6
Section One: Blood and Fire
A dagger, sticking out of the man beside me was the first thing I saw. Something must have knocked me out. Everything was lit up by the sun, blood covered sand lay under me like a hot pillow, sticking to the back of my throat as I finally started breathing again. Looking up, I saw the sky, clear and blue like it was freshly painted by an artist. Small cream-white clouds seemed to be edging their way into view, invading my perfect vision. But the man beside me could not enjoy such things anymore. Whoever killed him is likely somewhere here as well.
I leaned up, my stomach lurched in pain as I looked down, no wound, thankfully, being knocked unconscious saved my life.
There were bodies everywhere, some missing parts, others being eaten by vulchars. They all seem the same now, when a few hours earlier they were fierce enemies.
“Oi! Charo, we’ve got a live one!” someone shouted, I looked around, a hooded man was running towards me, his cloak was tattered and thin. Aged by many seasons and winds.
I tried to speak, only to cough heavily and spit bloodied sand onto the ground.
“Leave him!” the second voice shouted, he was further back, picking the dead of whatever trinkets and money they could find. Scavengers, great.
They knelt down next to me, lifting their good to reveal a women barely in her twenties. He dim brown eyes were tired.
“Here, take this.” She said, pulling a leather bottle from her belt and holding it to my mouth. I barely managed a sip before coughing again. It was odd to see someone help you when they would sooner tear the armour off your back.
I barely muttered a thank you before falling back again, my head hurt worse than anything else but it didn’t feel as if I’d been hit. Finally managing to muster the strength to stand I saw the full extent of the battle that had been fought here. Banners and their bannermen lay side by side. Both bloodstained to the extent were neither looked all too different from each other.
The women was standing behind me, clutching what little things she had found on the bodies she had found. Gold necklaces of the gods those men worshipped, too many to name, too many to number. All as divinely incandescent as the last.
Looking down I saw the only thing familiar here, a long blade with a star pommel stuck out of another man’s stomach. A huge beast of a man fell by someone who can’t even remember doing it. I took the sword, shoved it in my belt and looked to the sky. Smoke still rose into the air from the fires, like oil being poured into water. I had to leave. I had no place here among the dead.
A dagger, sticking out of the man beside me was the first thing I saw. Something must have knocked me out. Everything was lit up by the sun, blood covered sand lay under me like a hot pillow, sticking to the back of my throat as I finally started breathing again. Looking up, I saw the sky, clear and blue like it was freshly painted by an artist. Small cream-white clouds seemed to be edging their way into view, invading my perfect vision. But the man beside me could not enjoy such things anymore. Whoever killed him is likely somewhere here as well.
I leaned up, my stomach lurched in pain as I looked down, no wound, thankfully, being knocked unconscious saved my life.
There were bodies everywhere, some missing parts, others being eaten by vulchars. They all seem the same now, when a few hours earlier they were fierce enemies.
“Oi! Charo, we’ve got a live one!” someone shouted, I looked around, a hooded man was running towards me, his cloak was tattered and thin. Aged by many seasons and winds.
I tried to speak, only to cough heavily and spit bloodied sand onto the ground.
“Leave him!” the second voice shouted, he was further back, picking the dead of whatever trinkets and money they could find. Scavengers, great.
They knelt down next to me, lifting their good to reveal a women barely in her twenties. He dim brown eyes were tired.
“Here, take this.” She said, pulling a leather bottle from her belt and holding it to my mouth. I barely managed a sip before coughing again. It was odd to see someone help you when they would sooner tear the armour off your back.
I barely muttered a thank you before falling back again, my head hurt worse than anything else but it didn’t feel as if I’d been hit. Finally managing to muster the strength to stand I saw the full extent of the battle that had been fought here. Banners and their bannermen lay side by side. Both bloodstained to the extent were neither looked all too different from each other.
The women was standing behind me, clutching what little things she had found on the bodies she had found. Gold necklaces of the gods those men worshipped, too many to name, too many to number. All as divinely incandescent as the last.
Looking down I saw the only thing familiar here, a long blade with a star pommel stuck out of another man’s stomach. A huge beast of a man fell by someone who can’t even remember doing it. I took the sword, shoved it in my belt and looked to the sky. Smoke still rose into the air from the fires, like oil being poured into water. I had to leave. I had no place here among the dead.