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Title: War
Author: MK (mik516@yahoo.com) Rating: PG-13 Setting: Could take place whenever! Category: Fantasy war story (not about Star Wars) Status: Complete Summary: Dinadan has regrets about the war he is fighting. Disclaimer: The name Dinadan belongs to the author of "The Jackal of Nar". The rest is mine. It was war, thought Dinadan as he looked around the battle field. He had fought many times from his King. Going into battle without thinking. He had fought with friends and seen them die. And now he was about to do it gain. He hated this part. Just before you rush into the city. Almost calling death to you. Dinadan groaned. Today was not going to be pleasent as normal. Last night his general had been given orders to attack. He had not been shocked to hear the news. After all he was in the army. He just hated the fighting, killing people was so useless to him. Sometimes he would just not understand why he was fighting. He followed his commander blindly. Without an reason. Today was just another kill, Dinadan figured. Another dead, another father leaving his wife and maybe children fatherless. And maybe Dinadan might be the one causing the mourning of that family. The one thats solider's wife will be cursing everday, for the death of her husband. What a thing to live with, thought Dinadan, what a thing. Man kind is lost, he thought. He must of looked like he was in a trance. All the other soliders looked at Dinadan, as he thought. "Dinadan! Get over here to the front." shouted a voice from behind Dinadan. Dinadan shook his head out of the trance and gave his jet-black horse a small kick. The horse went into a small trott to the front. Eager to be on the way and not standing still. "Yes, sir?" Dinadan asked as he approached his captin. "Stay here with the front this time, Dinadan. I don't want you in the back today." said the captin. Dinadan nodded and moved his horse next to the captin's horse. He settled him still easily and waited. Again lost in his thoughts of bloodshed, awaiting orders to attack the village below. And then there it came. The order to attack had been made. All the horsemen in the front charged down the hill on their horses to the unsubpecting village below. Dinadan's captin was infront of the him. He was about two times bigger than Dinadan. He had long emarld hair that was tied back with an azure ribbon. He was going to reach the city first guessed Dinadan. He always had the lead in these type of things. He watched as the captin's hand reached back behind him. His hand gripped around his sword's hilt as he brought it over his shoulder. Holding it out infront of him. And now all seemed silent to Dinadan. He no longer heard the noise of battle cries or people begging for their lives as they entered the city. For a split second all was calm and serene. But not for long. It was war and war means death. The rest of the troops raced down the hill, in which they had been waiting. They had just reached the outter rim of the city. Within moments they had entered the city. Dinadan decided to split up from the front group. He raced his horse to the right, into one of the city's streets. The people of the villlage were taken totally by surprise. They had no idea what was going on. Dinadan reached his hand back and grabbed the hilt of his sword. Bringing it over his shoudler and holding it infront of him. He was ready to fight now. Even through he was not going to enjoy it. Dinadan cut down serveral people with his sword as he galloped by them. Death, he thought britterly. Suddenly, one of the farmers hit Dinadan on the side with a rake. It hit him so hard that he fell to the ground as his horse ran away. Dinadan groaned and picked up his sword, which had fallen next to him. The farmer was coming at him again now. Dinadan brought up his sword to meet the rake. He broke it inhalf with the sword's blade. He held his sword at the farmer's neck as he stood. The farmer was begging for him to spare his life in some strange lanuage, guessed Dinadan. What was the point in killing him, thought Dinadan. Another man dead. Another life lost by my sword. God, what an awful choice! Why me? Dinadan sighed and kept the blade at the man's neck. He was yelling at him now. "Shut the bloodly hell up!" yelled Dinadan. The man stopped yelling and seemed to understand him. Dinadan seemed to have frozen for that moment as he looked at the man. But then he heard his name. It was his captin. He was yelling at him to kill the man and come to him. Dinadan looked at the man. He closed his eyes and did God's awful work. He was dead now. It only took a moment for his blade to cut though the man's skull. Dinadan sighed and remounted his horse. Taking one last look at the man's limp body then riding away. He rode to his captin and asked him loudly through the noise of the battle, "whats the matter, sir?" "We are retreating. Come Dinadan we do not have much time." said rhe captin quickly. Dinadan nodded and followed his captin out of the battle with a small kick of his horse. And then it was over with.... |
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