Battle into Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
Well first off I wrote this for a music class. We had to listen to the song the assigned and we had to write a story on it. So this is what I came out with

Submitted: August 12, 2009

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Raz sat upon his black stallion, looking down on a bloody battle field.  He saw both his men and his opposing enemies dead bodies laying upon the blood-stained grass.  The wounded had already been removed.
Raz scanned the edge of the forest that surrounded the battle scene.  He saw the last few of his men disappear into the forest.  With one more look at the valley they’d fought in, Raz spurred his horse to the forest trail that would lead him and his men home.
Once he had reached the mouth of the trail that he had watched hi men filter into, Raz dismounted his horse.  Once his feet touched the cold, muddy trail, Raz turned to this saddle begs and retrieved his lead rope.
He tied the rope onto his horse’s bridle and gently pulled the rope tight, clucking his tongue to get the horse to move forward.
With his gentle encouragements, the black horse moved forward and Raz led the way into the dimly lit forest.
The further Raz and his horse went, the darker and darker the forest got until it was all but impossible for Raz to see all that was past three feet in any direction around him.  An uneasy feeling arose inside Raz.  His horse snorted, breaking the tense silence.
Raz strained his eyes and scanned the trees for any sign of  danger.  As Raz was scanning the dark forest when a dim light caught his eye.  With eager steps, Raz urged his horse forward quickly.  His horse hesitated, its eyes wide, looking in the direction of the light.  Raz paid no attention to his horse’s fright.
Once they had reached the clearing, Raz looked down at the ground.  He saw footprints of his men not but thirty minutes old.  A faint smile danced across Raz’s lips.  Raz’s attention snapped to the shadows when he heard a twig snap.
A single person stepped into the dim lighting.  Raz could not see his face, but the lighting shown on his black chest piece.  It was one of the escaped enemies.  Raz’s back went ridged and his hand went to the hilt of his sword.
Raz tightened his grip on his horse’s lead rope.  The Malizian step closer, bathing his face in sunlight.  The enemy had a wicked grin on his face.  Raz ran, pulling harshly on his horse’s bridle.  The enemy followed Raz, drawing his sword.
Raz pulled his sword out of its sheath sharply, scaring his horse.  Raz stopped dead in his traces, pulling hard on the rope he held in his hand, giving himself a rope burn.  His horse stopped against its better judgment.
Raz whipped around and faced his opponent, a fierce snarl on his face.  His attacker froze at the sight of  Raz’s face.  Raz let go of his horse’s lead rope.  He knew his horse wouldn’t run away unless it was told to do so.
Raz stalked up to the Malizian and lifted his sword to strike down and slay his foe, but his opponent meant his strike with a ring of metal hitting metal.  After trading several blows, Raz finally beheaded his foe, the decapitated body crumpled up at his feet. 
With a shout, more Malizians came out from the shadows.  A tall, dark man stepped out from the rest of the men.  Raz recognized the man’s face.  It was Lee, the leader of the Malizians.  His muscles ripped as he drew his sword.  Raz watched his opponents, suddenly wary, dread filled his heart.  A harsh realization made itself known to Raz that he most likely wouldn’t make it out alive.
Raz took a step forward.  He had lost all his confidence in wither or not he’d make it home, but he knew that if he didn’t he would go out fighting for it. 
Raz heard footstep behind him, he whirled around, half expecting an attack.  Instead he saw silver chest plates with a blue lion painted on them.  His men came back to see what was taking him so long.  Raz’s mouth twitched with a hint of a smile.
Lee stepped further out from his men and pointed his sword at Raz.  Raz charged at Lee and their swords clashed together with a fountain of sparks.  Watching their leaders trade mighty blows, the Malizians and the Feridrian looked from one another and released a battle cry that spooked the animals as shook the trees.
The opposing teams charged forward, maneuvering around Raz and Lee.  Lee struck his sword out and cut into Raz’s left arm.  Blood squirted out of the open wound.
Slowly, the numbers of the men began to thin.  Raz and Lee were still fighting fiercely, sweat pouring down the face.  The wounds on both leaders were slowing them down, but they were not giving up.Raz’s men were fairing better than Lee’s.  Lee’s men were few in numbers when they started, now they were down to ten men standing.  Raz’s men were still great in numbers.  About thirty-four standing.
Raz’s men struck down the last of Lee’s men.  Lee saw that he had been defeated and sunk to his knees, hitting the hard ground with a dull thud.  Raz smiled, victoriously.  He told his men to gather up all of the wounded and pile them onto the extra horses.
While his men were loading up, Raz turned his attention on Lee.  Once his men were all loaded up, Raz mounted his horse and didn’t look back at the pitiful man that kneed in tears in the very flames of fiery Hell.


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