Song

19 10 2008

It was a red dawn.

I stood on the wall looking over the field of battle. My sword hung at my side, dragging me perceptibly downwards as I stared at the scarred earth. The land that now was clawed in furrows had been our most prosperous farming district. Oily black smoke billowed upwards to choke our once-beautiful city. The enemy had taken to burning their dead and our dying where the wind would sweep their stench to us. Some of our children had fallen sick from the unclean air.

I turned away, facing now inwards. The Great Kings had formed our city out of white marble and bluestone. Now red streams laced the streets where the blood of our wounded ran. Before the end of the day these same streets would run with rivers of lifeblood bled by our women and children.

There were far too few of our men left. We could not hold the city.

Already the remaining men had begun to look somber. Even those who were not of the Guard could tell that something was terribly wrong. I clapped a hand on the shoulder of the nearest Watchman. It was time for the meeting of the Guard. Our king was dead and the laws of our people left power in time of war to the Commander of the Guard. Any fully commissioned officer of the Guard could attend our meetings, but our force was stretched too thin. Only the Captains could be spared and not all of us. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lox

3 09 2008

—I found this while organizing my computer today. It’s an early draft of the intro to a story I was thinking of writing. The idea is sound but the execution would be very difficult. It’s based on what would happen if someone not only mucked up the timeline, but mucked it up so badly that there was no longer any distinction between “then” and “now”. Let me know what you think.—

“Sam?!”
 
“What d’ya want Bella?”
 
“We appear to be having a malfunction.”
 
Sam looked through the viewfinder at the rapidly approaching surface. If they hit at this velocity they’d be blown to hellspast. “Well do something about it!”
 
“I’m tryin’! If you didn’t insist on flying this piece of worm-fodder we wouldn’t have a problem!” Her voice echoed from the back of the ship, along with crashes and clangs.
 
“Shut up and fix it!”  More clashes and clangs were the only reply. Read the rest of this entry »