Storm Warrior2
08-17-2004, 10:52 PM
“Mother! Father!” the small boy cried out. He could see nothing but fire, and hear nothing but screams of the tormented souls who were being slain. The Royal Knights tore through the city, setting fire to what they could and killing whatever was not flammable. The citizens were at their mercy; none had weapons to defend themselves. Weapons were outlawed. “Help me!” the boy cried, tears swelling in his eyes.
Nearby, a man rushed through the city as fast as humanly possible. His white tunic and gray leggings constantly nipped at the flames as he ran, trying to find the other members of the resistance. But his attempts were fruitless. They were gone. That meant the gem was gone as well. “Damn you, MacBeth!” the man screamed, throwing back his head. He then spun away from the spot quickly as an arrow nearly impacted with his skull. He turned to see that an archer was perched high above, on the roof of a burning building. The man could do nothing but run. After trying to escape the arrow fire for some time, he ducked inside the ruins of a once-great building. That was when he found the small boy, his blonde hair matted with soot, and his red tunic aflame. The man rushed over and used his own tunic to beat out the flames, then threw the small, barely alive child over his shoulder. Before the child could utter a muffled “thank you,” they were off.
High above the burning city, a sole man with great, burning wings tried fruitlessly to protect the city with a sole bow and arrow set. But his quiver was soon empty, and the last member of the half-dragon portion of the resistance force was left alone in the air, reduced to avoiding enemy arrows. He could do nothing but move ungracefully through the sky, praying that his sister was still alive. Minutes later, it was over, just as suddenly as it had begun. As the half-dragon landed firmly on the ground, he surveyed the damage. The city had been ravaged, and there was little to nothing left. No one had survived. Or had they? The winged man heard a muffled coughing noise from a nearby pile of rubble. Running over, he quickly tossed away the bricks and stones with ease to reveal the other man, using his body as a shield to protect the small boy. The man smiled and looked up at the other member of the resistance and smiled, just before passing out from the smoke. The winged man took him by the tunic color in his left hand, cradled the small boy in his right arm, and took off flying for the East, where he hoped to meet the others and tell them of the events.
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More to come later. Note that this was based on a short story me and some guys wrote in the sixth grade. Yeah.
Nearby, a man rushed through the city as fast as humanly possible. His white tunic and gray leggings constantly nipped at the flames as he ran, trying to find the other members of the resistance. But his attempts were fruitless. They were gone. That meant the gem was gone as well. “Damn you, MacBeth!” the man screamed, throwing back his head. He then spun away from the spot quickly as an arrow nearly impacted with his skull. He turned to see that an archer was perched high above, on the roof of a burning building. The man could do nothing but run. After trying to escape the arrow fire for some time, he ducked inside the ruins of a once-great building. That was when he found the small boy, his blonde hair matted with soot, and his red tunic aflame. The man rushed over and used his own tunic to beat out the flames, then threw the small, barely alive child over his shoulder. Before the child could utter a muffled “thank you,” they were off.
High above the burning city, a sole man with great, burning wings tried fruitlessly to protect the city with a sole bow and arrow set. But his quiver was soon empty, and the last member of the half-dragon portion of the resistance force was left alone in the air, reduced to avoiding enemy arrows. He could do nothing but move ungracefully through the sky, praying that his sister was still alive. Minutes later, it was over, just as suddenly as it had begun. As the half-dragon landed firmly on the ground, he surveyed the damage. The city had been ravaged, and there was little to nothing left. No one had survived. Or had they? The winged man heard a muffled coughing noise from a nearby pile of rubble. Running over, he quickly tossed away the bricks and stones with ease to reveal the other man, using his body as a shield to protect the small boy. The man smiled and looked up at the other member of the resistance and smiled, just before passing out from the smoke. The winged man took him by the tunic color in his left hand, cradled the small boy in his right arm, and took off flying for the East, where he hoped to meet the others and tell them of the events.
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More to come later. Note that this was based on a short story me and some guys wrote in the sixth grade. Yeah.