Footlad79
July 17th, 2007, 03:58 PM
This is a fan fiction I decided to write because I was bored. Comments are appreciated. I really want to know what your thoughts are on this.
Take the Plunge
Denrick's Duty Pt. I
The morning sun was shining on his back warming him. Standing, there on the top of the hill during the sunrise, Sir Denrick tried not to think about what lay just beyond in the forest at the base of the hill. For now he would not let his mind drift to that. For thinking of that would lead his thoughts down a trail which would inevitably end up at that one day…
He ignored that for now.
The wind whistled as it blew though Denrick’s armor. It blew across the fields making the wind look like waves and ripples scrawling across the open plain at the base of the hill. Standing upon the hill gazing down the slope at the grass made it seem as though he was standing on the beach, ready to bath in the ocean.
His euphoria made the rest of the world an enigma to him. He just let his mind drift through his memories. He thought back to those wonderful days in Weston. He remembered diner with the king in the grand hall, the cold stone floor of the castle in the winter, but most of all he remembered his beloved. Though his lucid dream of the past had made him happy, it would not last. The crackle of the trees and the sound of swords and shields made him remember what lay beyond the tree line. This is what made his daydream end almost as suddenly and unexpectantly as his coming to Valhalla.
He had his forces camped on the hill, so that the 4th Massachusetts would not have to move in order to get excellent shots off at Utgar’s soldiers, which was their specialty. Down the base of the hill was a long open plain which he knew would optimize the power of the Knights of Weston and the Templar Calvary. Having Sir Gilbert among the ranks, prepared to raise the flag of Jandar, only enhanced that advantage. Concan was a hero to these men, and was not just for moral support. He was also a very skilled warrior. Denrick had carefully planned his position, and he would not let Utgar leave unscathed.
“Sir the men are ready to attack, we are just waiting for your command so we charge into battle,” a knight said as he approached Denrick. This man had obviously never seen the horrors of battle. He was trying to convince Denrick to charge blindly into battle just so he could see blood and action.
“We must wait. All we know is that Utgar’s forces are in the forest. We would be blind running into the forest. He must make the first move. I don’t like it but that is the way is has been made. Just because you are war hungry does not mean I will sacrifice good men,” Denrick said. He spoke softly, but firm and angry. He was a reluctant teacher. Jandar had saved his life, and it was his duty to lead the soldiers Jandar had entrusted in his care.
“We also have information that Utgar has a gigantic beast in his ranks within the forest. From what I have heard, that is your specialty,” the ignorant man said.
“Gigantic beasts are nothing to feel safe from,” Denrick said, more to himself than to this knight. Whether he liked it or not, this man was pushing him down that terrible trail. “Leave me be. The time will come when we must fight. Until then, I would not concern myself with death if I were you, unless you are humble enough to think it may be your own. I truly doubt you are.”
The arrogant soldier walked away, his precious ego injured. If that hurt him, he will have a rude awakening in combat, Denrick thought. He tried to recapture that peaceful bliss the knight had ruined. Unfortunately, it was gone. Now Denrick was returning to the camp. He was happy to see that his men were ready to fight, making sure that Utgar’s forces would not catch them off guard. He was almost ecstatic to see that non of them were as stupid as the messenger. No wonder he was a messenger.
Just as he was about to enter his tent when he turned to see one arrow fly out of the forest. When it was almost going to hit its peek, ready to come back to the ground, he was able to divert his attention away from the arrow to see hundreds more fly into the air out of the forest. They were like a flock of crows saying, “Now we shall kill you!”
Take the Plunge
Denrick's Duty Pt. I
The morning sun was shining on his back warming him. Standing, there on the top of the hill during the sunrise, Sir Denrick tried not to think about what lay just beyond in the forest at the base of the hill. For now he would not let his mind drift to that. For thinking of that would lead his thoughts down a trail which would inevitably end up at that one day…
He ignored that for now.
The wind whistled as it blew though Denrick’s armor. It blew across the fields making the wind look like waves and ripples scrawling across the open plain at the base of the hill. Standing upon the hill gazing down the slope at the grass made it seem as though he was standing on the beach, ready to bath in the ocean.
His euphoria made the rest of the world an enigma to him. He just let his mind drift through his memories. He thought back to those wonderful days in Weston. He remembered diner with the king in the grand hall, the cold stone floor of the castle in the winter, but most of all he remembered his beloved. Though his lucid dream of the past had made him happy, it would not last. The crackle of the trees and the sound of swords and shields made him remember what lay beyond the tree line. This is what made his daydream end almost as suddenly and unexpectantly as his coming to Valhalla.
He had his forces camped on the hill, so that the 4th Massachusetts would not have to move in order to get excellent shots off at Utgar’s soldiers, which was their specialty. Down the base of the hill was a long open plain which he knew would optimize the power of the Knights of Weston and the Templar Calvary. Having Sir Gilbert among the ranks, prepared to raise the flag of Jandar, only enhanced that advantage. Concan was a hero to these men, and was not just for moral support. He was also a very skilled warrior. Denrick had carefully planned his position, and he would not let Utgar leave unscathed.
“Sir the men are ready to attack, we are just waiting for your command so we charge into battle,” a knight said as he approached Denrick. This man had obviously never seen the horrors of battle. He was trying to convince Denrick to charge blindly into battle just so he could see blood and action.
“We must wait. All we know is that Utgar’s forces are in the forest. We would be blind running into the forest. He must make the first move. I don’t like it but that is the way is has been made. Just because you are war hungry does not mean I will sacrifice good men,” Denrick said. He spoke softly, but firm and angry. He was a reluctant teacher. Jandar had saved his life, and it was his duty to lead the soldiers Jandar had entrusted in his care.
“We also have information that Utgar has a gigantic beast in his ranks within the forest. From what I have heard, that is your specialty,” the ignorant man said.
“Gigantic beasts are nothing to feel safe from,” Denrick said, more to himself than to this knight. Whether he liked it or not, this man was pushing him down that terrible trail. “Leave me be. The time will come when we must fight. Until then, I would not concern myself with death if I were you, unless you are humble enough to think it may be your own. I truly doubt you are.”
The arrogant soldier walked away, his precious ego injured. If that hurt him, he will have a rude awakening in combat, Denrick thought. He tried to recapture that peaceful bliss the knight had ruined. Unfortunately, it was gone. Now Denrick was returning to the camp. He was happy to see that his men were ready to fight, making sure that Utgar’s forces would not catch them off guard. He was almost ecstatic to see that non of them were as stupid as the messenger. No wonder he was a messenger.
Just as he was about to enter his tent when he turned to see one arrow fly out of the forest. When it was almost going to hit its peek, ready to come back to the ground, he was able to divert his attention away from the arrow to see hundreds more fly into the air out of the forest. They were like a flock of crows saying, “Now we shall kill you!”