Post by amaryl on May 18, 2006 8:57:45 GMT -5
enjoy people, please leave a response. constructive critism is always appreciated.
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Is it spring? Or was it summer?
It’s not really of importance, the fact that you where happy was. The day I laid my eyes on your pure beauty for the first time. I can still feel the soft breeze blowing around you and me. The way it made your beautiful long golden hair dance, even blowing it into your gorgeous face. The way you sat on the moist grass. Your legs crossed in the incredible white dress that only seemed to emphasize your great curves. I stared at you from a distance, I hardly know if you saw me sitting under that great oak. I remember your sweet lovely voice as you where singing to the snow-white doves happily eating the breadcrumbs you tossed at them, what a beautiful voice. That song still fills my hearth with complete passion. Your hands where stroking the wet grass. As the sun shined on your lovely amber skin.
Then you turned your head with such impeccable grace that would fit a queen. Your deep green eyes, oh how I could drown in those eyes, met my blunt face for the first time. I remember my entire life passing before me as I looked into your eyes. Passion, dedication, loves filled my entire being as I stared into those shining emeralds. I felt my cheeks colour as I stared at you. Though I could not turn away from your angel like presence, wait angels would kill gods if they could only be close to your beauty. I saw those so well shaped corners of your gorgeous lips slowly and gently go up into the greatest smile I had ever witnessed. What an idiot you must have taught off me. Staring at you in rags compared to your dress, with my eyes wide open and my mouth even wider. While my face wasn’t shaved for three days.
But then the unthinkable happened. You slowly stood up, your shoeless feet almost floated over the grass as you approached me, me! A soldier. I saw the movements of your legs as you walked under that silk white dress. The skin on your arms seemed to glow as the sun shined on it. With a gracious movement you stroked a lock of those large curly hair out of your face behind your ear. With upper concentration I closed my mouth and smiled. My hearth screamed as you drew closer and closer. My nostrils caught your divine scent, roses and something else. I clumsily stood up almost tripping over my own feet. I lifted my hat as a greeting. And you SMILED at me again. Even the shadow of the ancient oak we where under only seemed to strengthen your beauty. You still hummed the tune of the song as I mumbled: ‘want to... sit...down?’ your smile gently broadened as you gently sat down leaning against the giant oak. Before I had even realised that you accepted I muttered something about me being sorry you have bothered you. But you looked up. Those almost blinded me as you pulled at my shirt to let me sit next to you. As I sat my hip touched yours.
‘Hey’ I uttered.
‘Hey’ you said back with that sweet voice of yours.
We sat there for almost an eternity just looking at each other, but for me it was still to short. Way to short. I looked at the sun that was slowly setting. And so did you still smiling with those lips of yours, Oh those lips, what I would have done just to kiss them. I slowly laid my arm around your shoulder. I made sure that it was okay for you. But you agreed with a small nod. I felt the softness of your skin, what I have longed to kiss that skin. You looked at me and laid your head on my shoulder. Together we looked at the stars. Together we listened to the birds going to sleep. I heard your breathing, and saw your well-formed breasts going up and down gently. You closed your eyes and gently fell asleep, while I was stroking through your soft curls with my crude fingers. I slowly bend over and softly kissed your forehead, tasting the sweetness of your skin. Then I put my head to against the mighty old oak and stared at the sky before falling to sleep myself.
‘Line up, they are approaching’ Snow fell out of the sky on the muddy terrain as the sergeant yelled. Wakened out of my daydream of past memories I moved my sore shoulders. Grunts and the sounds of metal were all around me as I stood in line on the slope of the great hill. Shoulder to shoulder with other disillusioned men just like myself. The sun was behind dark grey clouds as rain fell down with the snow. I looked at the ragged cloak of the soldier in front of me. I stretched my fingers grinding my teeth together, trying to get the blood flowing again. My crude plate chest was heavily battered in different places. My helmet had a crack on top so it stood strange on my head. The stench of coagulated blood, rotten food, human faeces and the deceased filled our ranks. There where still pieces of other people’s brains, bones and blood in my three weeks old beard. In one hand I took up my wooden shield missing the top. From my wait I drew a short sword. It was blunt and carved in places it should not. All the foolish soldier just like myself around in the battle line blocked my view. The man next to me turned his head towards me. He was in just a bad shape as I. Good old Gray, thank the gods he was still here, not like so many others.
‘The river will take us back where we belong, as the scavengers pick the last pieces of flesh left on our skeletons.’ He whispered to me, his sour disgusting breath landing on my face. I faintly smiled. Trumpets roared the enemy was charging. The ranks shifted a bit in anticipation and fear. The lust for glory, heroism and immortality long vanished from our thoughts. Only survival kept us going. The knowledge of who our enemies where, was already lost in our memories, just like you. Ruthlessly being driven on by our general and his command group. Desertion was our only way to come out of here alive, or so the first group thought. Now the only thing left was the hope of not getting a weapon stuck in your body for as long as you could. I tried to look around trying to spot our adversary, people just like us.
Vicious battle cries of desperate men fighting for their survival. The terrible sounds of people dying. The screams tore your courage apart hoping it would not be you. Screaming, shouting, the clashing of metal on metal, metal on flesh filled my ears backed up with the unending drums. I spotted a red feather on a helmet a couple of lines in front of me. Seeing blood splash around, screams. I lifted my sword, pressed my shield in front of my torso and charged in. An arm of a comrade in front of me was slashed of. The blood splashed on the mud and my face. With a whirl of my arm I slammed my shield in the face of an enemy at least I hope he was. Hearing the crack of his nose before he fell to the ground. I screamed my lungs out as I strike with my sword on another attacker. Hitting a shield, I slammed again and again feeling the burn in my arm as the muscle got tired from a week of consecutive fighting. With a last slash I rammed my sword into his skull, cracking it open. Pieces of brain flew out. I feel another soldier pushing me to get to the fight. In the corners of my eye I see an axe whirling, in a reflex I lift my shield barely saving me from a deadly blow. With a scream I strike my sword through his bloodstained leather cuirass.
Slashing, hacking, striking, blocking I fight trying to keep weapons away. Though a mace bashed in my chest piece luckily not piercing it. All my muscles burn, grunting in pain and exhaustion. I raise my sword slashing, missing. With a shout is slash again with the bare force I have left, cutting his leg off. Blood splashing. The pain and terror on his face as I look into his eyes. Begging me with his look to stop it. I move towards him grunting with every step. Slowly letting my sword go down in his throat. A tear leaves my eye as I see his expression change, thanking me. Thanking me!
The man considered my mortal enemy by my superiors thanked me for ending his life in this world. Disillusioned I looked around the now spread out battlefield. How could this be? Men where killing each other brutally, not worrying about terrain, deployment, victory or defeat. Only about their own life’s and the hope to return to their families once more. The mud was drenched in blood, corpses and limbs lay everywhere not able to distinguish friend from foe. The stench was all around. The drums still beaded in that dreadful pace. I fell to my knees in exhaustion. My sword slipped out of my hand, my shield completely shattered. My fingers scratched in the mud as I heavily panted. There where cries of dying men laying amongst the dead. The battle was not over but the scavengers already feasted on the great meal presented to them by the two armies on a silver platter.
I saw a sergeant with a sad face walk around the corpses of the brave men who fought for their lives. The mans helmet was slashed of his head as there was a ray of dark blood flowing from his hair over his face. The man holded tight onto his sword, if that was his last tie to the corporeal world, not even looking at the two men fighting desperately next to him. The sergeant walked further looking at the ground at the bodies while I stared at him kneeling in the mud. His gaze met mine. His eyes cried out in agony. With a grunt I grabbed my sword and stood up.
‘Here is place.’ I said.
The man shook his head so terribly slowly as he walked over to me and fell in the mud where I had just kneeled next to the soldier I had just killed. There the sergeant died silently starring at the ground, probably thinking of better times, happy memories.
Little snowflakes still fell down from the sky, melting directly when touching the blood-soaked ground. A lieutenant on a brown horse walked over the fading battlefield. His shoulder pads were cracked, his horse bleeding from multiple wounds. The man searched his saddlebag. Taking out a trumpet, the music instrument was covered in mud and blood, but so was the officer’s face. I saw him wipe off the mouthpiece. Surprised as I was at this man for still keeping up some dignity, he sounded the retreat. The low slow tones coming out of the trumpet squalled amongst the lines. A minute later from the other side came the same sound. This was just a retreat for the night, tomorrow it would just start all over again. Sighing I walked back trying not to look at the corpses as crows, ravens, vultures and other foul beasts enjoyed their fresh meal. The grey sky and a cold wind accompanied me back to the camp. Next to me another soldier was almost crawling. He was praying his words of thanks to whatever god he worshipped, as I should have.
Surprised I looked as your hand, your lovely hand stroked over my chin. One of your slim eyebrows rose a little. Your green eyes telling me my deepest desires. You gracefully bend forward. Your so well toned legs in that impossible nice red skirt crossed on my lap. Your chest gently going up and down in that white shirt tight around your well round breasts. Your lips, your wet lips, your wet sweet lips touching my cheek. hmmm...
‘You finally shaved?’ your sweet voice sang to me. As handsomely possible I smiled at my angel.
‘I did it for you, so you would not think off me as a complete slob not worthy of your shortest look.’ I heard the warm giggle coming out of your mouth, filling my ears with passion. But I had spoken the truth. In fact I am not worthy of your attention. Just a soldier with guard duties in a safe city looking at a goddess. That perfect petite head of yours shook. Throwing those awesome golden locks behind your head and smiled at me. The music of the in the tavern started with a gay full tune. It was crowded, several people in all shapes and sizes, dressed in colourful outfits. They danced, laughed, and enjoyed a drink. The barmaids where busy delivering drinks, all with a warm smile on their faces. Laughter rising up from the room as I looked at you smiling. I bended a bit forward searching your lips, as did you...
A hand grabbed my sore shoulder. Exhaling I turned my head. The sun was setting as I looked at the mans face. It was covered in dirt and black red blood. His hand was just as filthy maybe even more. I couldn’t distinguish his face covered in coagulated blood except for his brown eyes, which stood sad, maybe even sadder then mine.
“Alive?’ his hoarse voice asked. I nodded painfully.
‘You?’
‘yes’
‘chall and some sleep?’
‘if we can’ I sighed at him in agreement. The man tapped me on my shoulder and I followed him, moving my legs forward one at a time. A cold icy wind ravaged over the camp, probably taking a lot of wounded casualties with it. Terrified men, young and old, freezing in their sleep.
I stood in line of a provisional kitchen. My friend behind me. In front was a man. I witnessed his exhaustion, as he couldn’t stand straight. He only had half a cloak left and there was a little wound in the back of his neck, very likely from a rock or some other pointy thing when I fell. That was one of the men who wouldn’t make it through the night. But was that a bad thing? Dying happily in your dreams, dreaming of good things, then to wake up for another day of exhaustion, pain, agony, torment and fighting. The best would of course be dying in your home, with the people you love, but that was no option in this place, no option. The only choice we had was on the battlefield. And who would mourn us anyway? Most relatives wouldn’t think we are alive anyway except the people who could send their bloodstained salaries to their families every week.
I let my hand slip into a barrel, taking out a piece of bread. Maggots crawled over it. There would be nothing else anyway. The cook, a man with large humps of loose skin hanging around his body were used to be fat, handed me a cup of bouillon. Probably made of horsemeat from dead steeds. But it was hot, and every hot meal came as a blessing to all of us. Groaning I moved away from the kitchen. Walking to a fire, my friend good ol’ Gray behind me, his piece of bread was even more rotten then mine. Would we last through this winter? I suppose not, the last three where as much agony as this one would be. The cold was a much more ruthless enemy then our mortal adversary. I sat down, just as Gray. I looked at the three men already there. We where all staring in the flames. Wanting something better. I closed my eyes moaning in pain. I took a bite of my bread. At least maggots had a lot of protein in them. In one sip I drank the bouillon, feeling its warm spreading through my body, almost like you used to.
‘Tomorrow we charge, no more defensive positions, the officers think we have broken their morale.’ A sergeant said who was sitting at the same fire, in the same pain, with the same dreadful food. I laughed.
‘What about ours?’ A smirk came on the mans face
‘If we scatter this army, we can hold the town, by the end of this month, which will give us a good place for the winter, and reinforcements will come by spring time. That’s what I have heard.’
I laughed more.
‘Don’t believe them. We are going to perish.’ Gray mumbled. ‘Although a warm bed for the winter would come as a gift from the heavens.’
Sighing I nodded.
‘Then tomorrow we have a long term plan, if the officers have spoken the truth.’ Painful sounds of agreement came my way.
‘Hmmm, I guess.’ Gray replied sadly.
With a groan I lifted myself up. Rubbing my temples with my fingers.
‘Sleep.’
As I entered my tent, I fell on the dirty straw mattress. The world started spinning around. My limbs where lifeless. The sounds in the camp filled my ears, as a sting crashed into my head multiple times. Groaning, moaning and sighing I turned to my side, closing my eyes, heavily panting. You...
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Is it spring? Or was it summer?
It’s not really of importance, the fact that you where happy was. The day I laid my eyes on your pure beauty for the first time. I can still feel the soft breeze blowing around you and me. The way it made your beautiful long golden hair dance, even blowing it into your gorgeous face. The way you sat on the moist grass. Your legs crossed in the incredible white dress that only seemed to emphasize your great curves. I stared at you from a distance, I hardly know if you saw me sitting under that great oak. I remember your sweet lovely voice as you where singing to the snow-white doves happily eating the breadcrumbs you tossed at them, what a beautiful voice. That song still fills my hearth with complete passion. Your hands where stroking the wet grass. As the sun shined on your lovely amber skin.
Then you turned your head with such impeccable grace that would fit a queen. Your deep green eyes, oh how I could drown in those eyes, met my blunt face for the first time. I remember my entire life passing before me as I looked into your eyes. Passion, dedication, loves filled my entire being as I stared into those shining emeralds. I felt my cheeks colour as I stared at you. Though I could not turn away from your angel like presence, wait angels would kill gods if they could only be close to your beauty. I saw those so well shaped corners of your gorgeous lips slowly and gently go up into the greatest smile I had ever witnessed. What an idiot you must have taught off me. Staring at you in rags compared to your dress, with my eyes wide open and my mouth even wider. While my face wasn’t shaved for three days.
But then the unthinkable happened. You slowly stood up, your shoeless feet almost floated over the grass as you approached me, me! A soldier. I saw the movements of your legs as you walked under that silk white dress. The skin on your arms seemed to glow as the sun shined on it. With a gracious movement you stroked a lock of those large curly hair out of your face behind your ear. With upper concentration I closed my mouth and smiled. My hearth screamed as you drew closer and closer. My nostrils caught your divine scent, roses and something else. I clumsily stood up almost tripping over my own feet. I lifted my hat as a greeting. And you SMILED at me again. Even the shadow of the ancient oak we where under only seemed to strengthen your beauty. You still hummed the tune of the song as I mumbled: ‘want to... sit...down?’ your smile gently broadened as you gently sat down leaning against the giant oak. Before I had even realised that you accepted I muttered something about me being sorry you have bothered you. But you looked up. Those almost blinded me as you pulled at my shirt to let me sit next to you. As I sat my hip touched yours.
‘Hey’ I uttered.
‘Hey’ you said back with that sweet voice of yours.
We sat there for almost an eternity just looking at each other, but for me it was still to short. Way to short. I looked at the sun that was slowly setting. And so did you still smiling with those lips of yours, Oh those lips, what I would have done just to kiss them. I slowly laid my arm around your shoulder. I made sure that it was okay for you. But you agreed with a small nod. I felt the softness of your skin, what I have longed to kiss that skin. You looked at me and laid your head on my shoulder. Together we looked at the stars. Together we listened to the birds going to sleep. I heard your breathing, and saw your well-formed breasts going up and down gently. You closed your eyes and gently fell asleep, while I was stroking through your soft curls with my crude fingers. I slowly bend over and softly kissed your forehead, tasting the sweetness of your skin. Then I put my head to against the mighty old oak and stared at the sky before falling to sleep myself.
‘Line up, they are approaching’ Snow fell out of the sky on the muddy terrain as the sergeant yelled. Wakened out of my daydream of past memories I moved my sore shoulders. Grunts and the sounds of metal were all around me as I stood in line on the slope of the great hill. Shoulder to shoulder with other disillusioned men just like myself. The sun was behind dark grey clouds as rain fell down with the snow. I looked at the ragged cloak of the soldier in front of me. I stretched my fingers grinding my teeth together, trying to get the blood flowing again. My crude plate chest was heavily battered in different places. My helmet had a crack on top so it stood strange on my head. The stench of coagulated blood, rotten food, human faeces and the deceased filled our ranks. There where still pieces of other people’s brains, bones and blood in my three weeks old beard. In one hand I took up my wooden shield missing the top. From my wait I drew a short sword. It was blunt and carved in places it should not. All the foolish soldier just like myself around in the battle line blocked my view. The man next to me turned his head towards me. He was in just a bad shape as I. Good old Gray, thank the gods he was still here, not like so many others.
‘The river will take us back where we belong, as the scavengers pick the last pieces of flesh left on our skeletons.’ He whispered to me, his sour disgusting breath landing on my face. I faintly smiled. Trumpets roared the enemy was charging. The ranks shifted a bit in anticipation and fear. The lust for glory, heroism and immortality long vanished from our thoughts. Only survival kept us going. The knowledge of who our enemies where, was already lost in our memories, just like you. Ruthlessly being driven on by our general and his command group. Desertion was our only way to come out of here alive, or so the first group thought. Now the only thing left was the hope of not getting a weapon stuck in your body for as long as you could. I tried to look around trying to spot our adversary, people just like us.
Vicious battle cries of desperate men fighting for their survival. The terrible sounds of people dying. The screams tore your courage apart hoping it would not be you. Screaming, shouting, the clashing of metal on metal, metal on flesh filled my ears backed up with the unending drums. I spotted a red feather on a helmet a couple of lines in front of me. Seeing blood splash around, screams. I lifted my sword, pressed my shield in front of my torso and charged in. An arm of a comrade in front of me was slashed of. The blood splashed on the mud and my face. With a whirl of my arm I slammed my shield in the face of an enemy at least I hope he was. Hearing the crack of his nose before he fell to the ground. I screamed my lungs out as I strike with my sword on another attacker. Hitting a shield, I slammed again and again feeling the burn in my arm as the muscle got tired from a week of consecutive fighting. With a last slash I rammed my sword into his skull, cracking it open. Pieces of brain flew out. I feel another soldier pushing me to get to the fight. In the corners of my eye I see an axe whirling, in a reflex I lift my shield barely saving me from a deadly blow. With a scream I strike my sword through his bloodstained leather cuirass.
Slashing, hacking, striking, blocking I fight trying to keep weapons away. Though a mace bashed in my chest piece luckily not piercing it. All my muscles burn, grunting in pain and exhaustion. I raise my sword slashing, missing. With a shout is slash again with the bare force I have left, cutting his leg off. Blood splashing. The pain and terror on his face as I look into his eyes. Begging me with his look to stop it. I move towards him grunting with every step. Slowly letting my sword go down in his throat. A tear leaves my eye as I see his expression change, thanking me. Thanking me!
The man considered my mortal enemy by my superiors thanked me for ending his life in this world. Disillusioned I looked around the now spread out battlefield. How could this be? Men where killing each other brutally, not worrying about terrain, deployment, victory or defeat. Only about their own life’s and the hope to return to their families once more. The mud was drenched in blood, corpses and limbs lay everywhere not able to distinguish friend from foe. The stench was all around. The drums still beaded in that dreadful pace. I fell to my knees in exhaustion. My sword slipped out of my hand, my shield completely shattered. My fingers scratched in the mud as I heavily panted. There where cries of dying men laying amongst the dead. The battle was not over but the scavengers already feasted on the great meal presented to them by the two armies on a silver platter.
I saw a sergeant with a sad face walk around the corpses of the brave men who fought for their lives. The mans helmet was slashed of his head as there was a ray of dark blood flowing from his hair over his face. The man holded tight onto his sword, if that was his last tie to the corporeal world, not even looking at the two men fighting desperately next to him. The sergeant walked further looking at the ground at the bodies while I stared at him kneeling in the mud. His gaze met mine. His eyes cried out in agony. With a grunt I grabbed my sword and stood up.
‘Here is place.’ I said.
The man shook his head so terribly slowly as he walked over to me and fell in the mud where I had just kneeled next to the soldier I had just killed. There the sergeant died silently starring at the ground, probably thinking of better times, happy memories.
Little snowflakes still fell down from the sky, melting directly when touching the blood-soaked ground. A lieutenant on a brown horse walked over the fading battlefield. His shoulder pads were cracked, his horse bleeding from multiple wounds. The man searched his saddlebag. Taking out a trumpet, the music instrument was covered in mud and blood, but so was the officer’s face. I saw him wipe off the mouthpiece. Surprised as I was at this man for still keeping up some dignity, he sounded the retreat. The low slow tones coming out of the trumpet squalled amongst the lines. A minute later from the other side came the same sound. This was just a retreat for the night, tomorrow it would just start all over again. Sighing I walked back trying not to look at the corpses as crows, ravens, vultures and other foul beasts enjoyed their fresh meal. The grey sky and a cold wind accompanied me back to the camp. Next to me another soldier was almost crawling. He was praying his words of thanks to whatever god he worshipped, as I should have.
Surprised I looked as your hand, your lovely hand stroked over my chin. One of your slim eyebrows rose a little. Your green eyes telling me my deepest desires. You gracefully bend forward. Your so well toned legs in that impossible nice red skirt crossed on my lap. Your chest gently going up and down in that white shirt tight around your well round breasts. Your lips, your wet lips, your wet sweet lips touching my cheek. hmmm...
‘You finally shaved?’ your sweet voice sang to me. As handsomely possible I smiled at my angel.
‘I did it for you, so you would not think off me as a complete slob not worthy of your shortest look.’ I heard the warm giggle coming out of your mouth, filling my ears with passion. But I had spoken the truth. In fact I am not worthy of your attention. Just a soldier with guard duties in a safe city looking at a goddess. That perfect petite head of yours shook. Throwing those awesome golden locks behind your head and smiled at me. The music of the in the tavern started with a gay full tune. It was crowded, several people in all shapes and sizes, dressed in colourful outfits. They danced, laughed, and enjoyed a drink. The barmaids where busy delivering drinks, all with a warm smile on their faces. Laughter rising up from the room as I looked at you smiling. I bended a bit forward searching your lips, as did you...
A hand grabbed my sore shoulder. Exhaling I turned my head. The sun was setting as I looked at the mans face. It was covered in dirt and black red blood. His hand was just as filthy maybe even more. I couldn’t distinguish his face covered in coagulated blood except for his brown eyes, which stood sad, maybe even sadder then mine.
“Alive?’ his hoarse voice asked. I nodded painfully.
‘You?’
‘yes’
‘chall and some sleep?’
‘if we can’ I sighed at him in agreement. The man tapped me on my shoulder and I followed him, moving my legs forward one at a time. A cold icy wind ravaged over the camp, probably taking a lot of wounded casualties with it. Terrified men, young and old, freezing in their sleep.
I stood in line of a provisional kitchen. My friend behind me. In front was a man. I witnessed his exhaustion, as he couldn’t stand straight. He only had half a cloak left and there was a little wound in the back of his neck, very likely from a rock or some other pointy thing when I fell. That was one of the men who wouldn’t make it through the night. But was that a bad thing? Dying happily in your dreams, dreaming of good things, then to wake up for another day of exhaustion, pain, agony, torment and fighting. The best would of course be dying in your home, with the people you love, but that was no option in this place, no option. The only choice we had was on the battlefield. And who would mourn us anyway? Most relatives wouldn’t think we are alive anyway except the people who could send their bloodstained salaries to their families every week.
I let my hand slip into a barrel, taking out a piece of bread. Maggots crawled over it. There would be nothing else anyway. The cook, a man with large humps of loose skin hanging around his body were used to be fat, handed me a cup of bouillon. Probably made of horsemeat from dead steeds. But it was hot, and every hot meal came as a blessing to all of us. Groaning I moved away from the kitchen. Walking to a fire, my friend good ol’ Gray behind me, his piece of bread was even more rotten then mine. Would we last through this winter? I suppose not, the last three where as much agony as this one would be. The cold was a much more ruthless enemy then our mortal adversary. I sat down, just as Gray. I looked at the three men already there. We where all staring in the flames. Wanting something better. I closed my eyes moaning in pain. I took a bite of my bread. At least maggots had a lot of protein in them. In one sip I drank the bouillon, feeling its warm spreading through my body, almost like you used to.
‘Tomorrow we charge, no more defensive positions, the officers think we have broken their morale.’ A sergeant said who was sitting at the same fire, in the same pain, with the same dreadful food. I laughed.
‘What about ours?’ A smirk came on the mans face
‘If we scatter this army, we can hold the town, by the end of this month, which will give us a good place for the winter, and reinforcements will come by spring time. That’s what I have heard.’
I laughed more.
‘Don’t believe them. We are going to perish.’ Gray mumbled. ‘Although a warm bed for the winter would come as a gift from the heavens.’
Sighing I nodded.
‘Then tomorrow we have a long term plan, if the officers have spoken the truth.’ Painful sounds of agreement came my way.
‘Hmmm, I guess.’ Gray replied sadly.
With a groan I lifted myself up. Rubbing my temples with my fingers.
‘Sleep.’
As I entered my tent, I fell on the dirty straw mattress. The world started spinning around. My limbs where lifeless. The sounds in the camp filled my ears, as a sting crashed into my head multiple times. Groaning, moaning and sighing I turned to my side, closing my eyes, heavily panting. You...
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