Post by Tormundo on Jul 26, 2015 22:55:31 GMT
I just wanted to post this over here. I'm writing a story about a medieval world, in a war between 2 regions or kingdoms (most of my inspiration is ASOIAF so if its too similar it is because of that. I'll try not to make it that similar though.)
Anyway, here it is.
Chapter One, Annette's Outskirts:
The banners engraved with forested mountains moved with the wind rushing over the battlefield. Rain spattered the bloody helmets resting on the meadow. The only ones who could still stand on the ground were a decreased number of armored knights with coats which had the same design as the banners. Many were badly wounded. Instead of a storm, it seemed like a bloodbath.
- It’s enough. We’re going home. – Said the commander, sheathing his sword and looking around in disgust.
Two knights searched for a man who was on the floor, and lifted him to their shoulders. The man was still alive, but had several injuries around his body. The three knights had the same coat as the others, the only difference being that theirs had a purple background.
- Hoult… It's over… - said one of the knights, referring to the man on his shoulder.
Hoult opened his eyes and stared at the knight’s. However, he said nothing. He was feeling a terrible pain on his chest.
- You’re just going to make it worse, Igrid. Hoult never agreed with this. – Said the third main, who had remained silent until now.
Hoult noticed something on Igrid’s face. He was crying. Or maybe it was just the rain streaming down his face.
The third man took a bandage from a leather bag that was hanging on his hip. Igrid and him carefully left Hoult on the floor and took away his chest plate to apply a liquid on his wounds, presumably a disinfectant. Hoult made his best not to scream, though he almost did.
His most important wound ran from his right shoulder to his hip, in diagonal. It was from a sword.
After finishing bandaging Hoult, they lifted him again on their shoulders and approached the commander, along with another small group of soldiers. Everyone seemed to be upset.
The group headed Annette’s forest. A powerful wind ran through the trees. The banners and the coats were dragged along the ground at the same time the soldiers walked. They left traces in the dirt and the grass.
Their morale was very low. It couldn’t be otherwise, thanks to all the losses in both regions.
Hoult knew what was happening. Perhaps if he had fought more for what he believed right, things could have gone better. It was late, and there was no turning back. This happened after every battle against the armies of Elizen. Would it ever change?
The group noticed some noises nearby. Presumably steps. Everyone stopped walking to look around. Some of them even drew their swords.
More steps began to be heard in the depths of the forest.
- Igrid, Sayk, we must not panic… Perhaps it’s an ambush. – Said Hoult.
Hoult, Igrid and Sayk were part of the royal council of Annette. They were responsible of advising the king on the next political movements, and the army.
Igrid and Sayk also drew their swords, after leaving Hoult on the ground, who still couldn’t stand up. Then all of them looked to the same direction. A man was walking out the trees. He approached slowly, and that was even more intimidating. It seemed to be a knight, but not from Annette. Not from Elizen either.
The night and the storm hampered the vision.
- Who’s…? Who’s that? – Said one of the knights, nervous.
More knights started emerging from the forest.
- Anyone can tell if they have Annette’s coat? – Said Hoult. However, no knight seemed to hear him.
They were scared. Normally they would have made a strategy at the moment they had sight of the enemy, but they were surrounded now, and they couldn’t think properly.
Some of the unknown men drew their swords, and others drew their bows. They began to attack the limited group of Annette. Many could not resist. The knights hidden behind the storm were clearly trained, and perhaps even better than Annette’s Knights.
Sayk managed to keep many soldiers away. Council members were not only good thinkers, but also skilled fighters, thought they didn’t have to use their fighting skills often.
The unknown knights did not seem to communicate in any way. They seemed to have a certain way of achieving their goals without even talking.
Two of them jumped behind Sayk. This surprised him, and those knights eventually managed to restrain him.
Hoult and Igrid noticed this, and the latter began to get nervous. Igrid decided to sheathe his sword and raise Hoult on his shoulders. Then, he started running towards the forest. It was the quickest way of going to the city, but also the most dangerous.
The other knights looked on in astonishment. Was that the example council members should give? Igrid left the group, and the soldiers lost sight of him. He moved very quickly, getting closer to the forest.
- What are you doing!? We must return! They will die otherwise! – Said Hoult, desesperate. He did not understand Igrid’s choice.
- We’re not doing that! We cannot do anything for them now. The only thing we can do is saving ourselves. What will the region do without us? They got Sayk already! – Responded Igrid.
- We...! – Started to say Hoult, before Igrid stumble across a big rock and therefore fell on the ground with him. The impact of the fall made both unconscious almost instantly.