Hi guys, so I'm starting a new story because I had a fab idea and after jotting down some ideas, thought this would be a fun story to write! And also hopefully read. I know this idea has been written before, but every author has a unique way of writing, so thought I would write this is my own way, with a little bit of flavour.
My writing is pretty graphic, so this story probably isn't suitable for anyone under the age of 13, but obviously if you think you are mature enough to handle it, then feel free! ENJOY.
The stench of death loomed in the air over the field. Bodies of slain warriors littered the dying grass and the deafening sound of clashing metal was all that could be heard. The combination of armies on the field created an array of colours. Those in red, silver, blue, green and gold pushed forward with all their strength, they knew Theron's army was weakening, and they were strengthening at the thought.
The kings who sat proudly on horseback knew the battle was almost over, and with the sound of a horn Theron and his army began to retreat into the shadows of the dark forest.
The allied forces that remained created a deafening roar that caused the ground to quake and raised their swords in the air as a sign of victory. Brothers ran to brothers and fathers to sons, dropping their weapons as they embraced, pouring out their sorrow for their lost ones, and joy at the thought of returning home to what was left.
The weary kings relaxed their tense shoulders, except one, covered in silver robes - the ruler of Lucem - the kingdom of light. King Luca knew that the war was far from over, his weary gaze glanced towards the dark forest - Hell would freeze over before Theron would give up, that he was sure of. He could only hope that Theron would be left to the mercy of the dark forest, and that it would not favour him. But King Luca knew that Theron was as evil as the dark forest, and the dark forest as evil as him, both lived to suck the light out of every living thing and they would only find favour in each other.
The king decided to throw all thoughts of Theron's return out of his mind, it would take Theron a lifetime to rebuild the forces that he had lost, which gave them enough time to prepare for his return - if he ever did return.
In the shadows of the dark forest a pair of glinting silver eyes glazed over, tears of anger leaking from his eyes. His hands balled into fists as his mouth threw every curse he could think of to the army that celebrated right in front of his eyes, the ones who celebrated a victory he should have been celebrating. Making a silent promise to reap his revenge, Theron gathered all he had left, turned his back on the light, and headed further into the dark.
A heavy fist pounded on the wooden door. The young women who sat by the fire place with a book in her hands jumped slightly, bringing her hand to her chest as she turned to face the locked door. The knock sounded again louder than before, cursing slightly the girl quickly got up and raced to the door, opening it just as the uniformed man was about to knock again.
"It is the middle of the night!" She began harshly in a loud whisper. "My family are asleep." She finished without looking properly at the man. When she took a good look at his face she grimaced slightly, bowing her head in respect when she saw the army crest he wore on the right of his tunic.
"I give you my sincerest apology sir; I was not expecting a presence here at this hour." Ungodly hour - she thought with a bitter tone.
The soldier stepped into her home without her permission or welcoming and closed the door behind him. He stood rigidly in front of the girl, his eyes trained carefully on hers, he raised his palm towards her face, she flinched slightly expecting to be disciplined, but instead he wiped a layer of ash off her face. Shocked the girl stared into his guilty eyes.
As soon as his hand was on her face, it was off again, strictly by his side. He took out a parcel from his pouch along with a letter and placed it in her outstretched hand.
"By the declaration of King Luca, every male aged fifteen to thirty must join the combined forces, in a war for peace to reign over the land. There are no exceptions. Census shows that there is a male in this house who fits the category, by the name of Demetrius - he leaves tomorrow at dawn, the wagon will await him in the village square."
The young woman stood silently in shock; the words the soldier had just said were unreal to her. The soldier - suddenly feeling unwelcomed in her home fidgeted slightly waiting for her reply and when he didn't receive one he began to head for the door. He paused slightly on his way out and turned to face to girl again, who had robotically moved to stand in front of the fire, with a sigh he left, leaving her to her thoughts.
"Do not fear for me Theodora." Came a gentle voice from the top of the anything but grand staircase.
Theodora did not turn to face her older brother. Instead she stayed rigidly still, her eyes forced close, so much that she thought they would rip any moment. She was hoping, praying, wishing that it was all just a dream, that she had fallen asleep by the fire place like she normally did, and this was all just a bad dream.
How could they expect a crippled eighteen year old to fight, what were they going to do? She thought, throw him in the front line and let him be a human shield for their better off fighters? Most likely. Theodora got to her knees and clasped her hands in front of her begging anyone, someone out there to wake her up from this horrible dream.
Those hopes were crushed when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, proving to her that she was in fact awake, and a soldier had indeed just sent her brother to his death.
