Post by Cygnus de Trevalion on Jan 28, 2011 14:14:59 GMT -5
5 Years Prior
By now, the sound of war was entirely familiar to me since the two years I had first signed up. I was a prince of the blood, but that did not discount me against death and I knew better than to let my guard down completely. I was treated the same as everyone else and somehow that was comforting, I did not come here asking for special treatment, I came here asking to serve my country as the only man in my household. I was marching alongside a man I heavily respected since day one, a man I was proud to be next to, James de Valois. His name certainly had much more flourish than that, but over the years I had come to learn that he was a man, just like everyone else. Head strung, prideful, stubborn, egotistical. He and I were the flip side of two coins and yet somehow, on the battlefield we were one.
I was not a man of any deserved rank yet, but I knew that this supply train was a bad idea. It was clear to anyone who knew anything about war, so when the Akkadians sprung up, I was ready. I brandished my sword, kicking the one in front of me in the gut before I gave him a piercing slice at his vitals. It was quick and sloppy, but I had to make my way with haste to James’ back, distracting a man that had almost snuck up on him. Elua’s BALLS, somebody had to watch him because he certainly wasn’t going to. I only wondered how he had kept himself lucky for this long.
I saw the men begin to break ranks before me as I let out another hard blow with my sword, my heart pounding in my chest until James cried, rallying the troops. There, that was the man that I respected of him. He had led us into too many victories and what little defeats we saw, he was there right beside us, taking the blame. When he cried ‘to me’ I nearly wanted to smack a palm into my face, but I knew he was just being who he was. I turned, a slight smile on my face as I fought on into the night, exhausted.
Many men were dead, but we were victorious because of him.
A few years from now, when he would eventually head back to our homeland... I was there right beside him and he, returning as a general.
By now, the sound of war was entirely familiar to me since the two years I had first signed up. I was a prince of the blood, but that did not discount me against death and I knew better than to let my guard down completely. I was treated the same as everyone else and somehow that was comforting, I did not come here asking for special treatment, I came here asking to serve my country as the only man in my household. I was marching alongside a man I heavily respected since day one, a man I was proud to be next to, James de Valois. His name certainly had much more flourish than that, but over the years I had come to learn that he was a man, just like everyone else. Head strung, prideful, stubborn, egotistical. He and I were the flip side of two coins and yet somehow, on the battlefield we were one.
I was not a man of any deserved rank yet, but I knew that this supply train was a bad idea. It was clear to anyone who knew anything about war, so when the Akkadians sprung up, I was ready. I brandished my sword, kicking the one in front of me in the gut before I gave him a piercing slice at his vitals. It was quick and sloppy, but I had to make my way with haste to James’ back, distracting a man that had almost snuck up on him. Elua’s BALLS, somebody had to watch him because he certainly wasn’t going to. I only wondered how he had kept himself lucky for this long.
I saw the men begin to break ranks before me as I let out another hard blow with my sword, my heart pounding in my chest until James cried, rallying the troops. There, that was the man that I respected of him. He had led us into too many victories and what little defeats we saw, he was there right beside us, taking the blame. When he cried ‘to me’ I nearly wanted to smack a palm into my face, but I knew he was just being who he was. I turned, a slight smile on my face as I fought on into the night, exhausted.
Many men were dead, but we were victorious because of him.
A few years from now, when he would eventually head back to our homeland... I was there right beside him and he, returning as a general.