'Remember that time,when...'(A Warriors Tale.)

Strange sounds came from behind us  as we travelled the road at Lydiall's pass, through scrub and willow, that could be heard above the sounds of horse and harness and thoughts of journey's end. "Ye gods Elliu cried" from the rear.His eye sight as keen as a hawk from having been bonded to one by his God. We all turned to look as we heard his fearful cry. What a fearsome scene did bequeeth mine sight as we saw that down from the hills and across the valley floor came warriors of a different nation than we had ever seen. Of fierce counternace, blue and red their colours clashed alarming and glinting steel flashed sunlit and menacing "Perhaps they are friendly and come to offer wine and women to aid a weary travlers way" Po'cus said, ever jolly and optimistic. "Me thinks that point may be made mute" replied Ogliut "For bared steel and frothing faces says other wise" As these words sank in Mar'cus wheeled his horse and exclaimed "We are surrounded, we must head for Lydiall's tower and fight from there!" and so saying this he spured his roan stallion towards those ancient riuns in hope of it's scant protection. As one we raced together, sparing no thought for horses hooves or barbed arrows. Elliu laucnched into the air "i shall gather what help i can". For he was a bardsman and could not fight least his god take his wings and therefor his soul, in concequence."Look after your self, lad" he said as flew above us, in the air, in way of farewell. "I will at that, Elliu. You know me always getting into this and that.I will be fine" I replied replacing fear with humour. "This and that" he exclaimed and snorting with ill covered fear. He turned and flew eastwards towards the only faint chace of rescue we had.   We road on and on, traversing gully and glade towards that pinicle of hope and as I rode I thought to my self this is what makes life so worth the living. To have a stout wall to guard ones back, trusted sword brothers to swing sword and sheild, the rush of adrenalin that comes from fighting for one's life and a fearsome foe to test one's courage. These are the things worth living for. The adventure and the joy of not knowing what comes next. Perhaps one day, some one will tell of my adventures. When all was lost and I lived as though there was no tomorrow.Welcome to my first attempt at story telling...wether or not its a poem, im not sure but i hope you like it...:) Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 11:22 AM PST   0 • 10