30 June, 2005

Chaos

The night was still young, with its pale velvet sky hanging over the atmosphere like a large quilt. The cold damp smell of the soil obliterated every other scent on the fortress, which we defended. There, we stood, slumped in our battle suits, clutching onto what was known as the most superior-grade swords in one hand, and in the other, the toughest shield that was ever made.

At the next minute, Heaven's floodgates burst open and all we knew at that moment was that we were standing up against the greatest downpour in history. The rain was so forceful that when it came pelting down, it was like a nuclear bomb coming down at you at a thousand miles an hour, with an extremely destructive attitude. The earth began to shake under this circumstance as if an avalanche was taking place. However, we were given orders by the King to maintain position in the pelting rain that came landing onto your skin as if a thousand knives were piercing right through your body. The clatter of rain droplets could be heard against a series of men mumbling and muttering to themselves and their fellow warriors. Then, the rain stopped. Silence.

It was as though three days and three nights had already past when finally, we heard this: "Swords at the ready...1, 2, 3...attack!" It had begun. The biggest war of the 15th Century had begun and was taking place at the very moment. The commander's words were like poison; causing an irreversible chain reaction that was to take place at the instant he gave the command.

The Evons came charging at us with their platinum and iron spears that could easily pierce through an unprotected body. Their shields, as strong and tough as ours. But there was a flaw. Their armour was weak at the neck and under the arm. That, was where we all were aiming for. The marksmen were in the fortress grounds and turrets of the castle, taking aim and shooting arrows down at the Evons as fast as how water would flow from a tap if you turned it all the way. There was no stopping now. Chaos was everywhere. The battle showed no signs of stopping, although we were outnumbered by the Evons at a ratio of 1:5, we carried on fighting, to defend our fortress, our people, our hometown of Josen! We would never surrender to these hideous people of Evon!

As soon as the last of the Evons was slashed to death, we rejoiced! Triumph overcame our fatigue and injured bodies. Honour and glory we had brought upon the Josens! We felt adrenaline pumping through our blood at this very moment. The battleground was littered with the bodies of the Evon soldiers and the Josen warriors, of whom died with honour and glory, all well deserved. As I carelessly
Trampled over the bodies, back to the fortress, I could feel the squelching of blood beneath my feet. In my mind, I thought: " Why did Man have to go through all this bloodshed just for a fortress? Why?"

The pale night was like spring's morning still clinging onto winter's chill. And as I stood among my fellow warriors in the fortress grounds, hatred for the Evons overcame all my thoughts. Hatred...

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Sam
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