It is calm. We are gathered and organized. The sky and sun and God seem to hold their breath. I grip that which is my defense. I grip more tightly my best of friends. I grip that which will bring glory. I can see th eyes of the one next to me. I can see bravery speckled with the deepest of fears. This is a comfort, for the fear in his face is the same as the fear in my heart.
Ho! The enemy is advancing! Pound! Pound! Pound! Feet rush to meet the ground over and over. Those to my sides rush forward to meet their glory. I tighten my grip once more and I charge.
Klang! Vshhk! ChshhkA! Metal on metal. Blood hits the ground. �Huzzah!� Slash! �Cut him down!� �UuuAhg.� Gurkksxss! �Protect the king!�
Pound! Pound pound! Pound! Hooves on the ground. I see the knight. His sword. I can see the world around me reflected in his sword. The sword comes closer. Slowly closer. All becomes silent. Perhaps this is my glory� |
