Snippet - Fantasy

   ..... and then he saw it; the main force of the enemy: a black swarm against the vicious white backdrop of midwinter's frost. The Black Army of Gælar, in all of it's terrible glory. Drum beats pierced the air, dull but loud and powerful, the heartbeat of the army. At it's head was Gælar himself, glad in a raiment of pale white. He wore no helm and bore neither sword nor shield. He glowed with a deathly aura, a ghost-light, Gælar, the Unbound, the last lord of the elves. About him were his elven brothers, banners held high, aloft strong steeds of browns, blacks and whites, their ears as pointed as their blades or arrows.
    Then from the distance came a loud, fluting thunder - the blow of a horn - and from the snow crested hills to the south came those under a new banner; the men from the South, tall, stout and strong, their bodies so intricately marked with inks that they appeared as moving statues under dark blue banners marked by black hammers. Above all, flew the banner of Gælar, riding high above their war drums and horned helmets. Amidst these men were the Southern wolf-men, feared for their ferocity, bred into them by rituals to bring them ever closer to kin with the wolves of the wilds, prowling amidst the Southern ranks on all fours.
    Upon sight of his human brethren marching alongside the fell elves did Svam realize that the bastion would not be held. He stood long in silence, watching grimly as his enemy approached; the sea of black upon white. On the horizon, dark leaden clouds roiled, threatening ill omen and foul winds. And lastly, Svam turned to his men:
    "Archers!"
    From behind the walls and ramparts of the bastion came a cloud of arrows, a wave that rose high before crashing down onto the ranks of the Black Army. But Gælar rose his left hand and flicked a wrist and the arrows were stricken from the air and fell limp, trampled underfoot by his soldiers. It was on this occurrence that Gælar was forever known afterwards as Athedil; the Untouchable.

Author's Note

Please note that this is a section of a story piece that is just a script as of yet. So please excuse the lack of explanation and history concerning this event, the people, the places and how things got up to this point. If I decide to finish, and later upload, the entire thing, it'll be explained in more detail.

Cheers.

Reviews

[David Jae]

This is well-written and, for me, the lack of explanation and history does not detract from the story. You tell enough to keep me interested, without needless exposition, which is a hard skill to develop. The atmosphere you create is palpable and full of tension.
Looking forward to reading more.

Ganbare