In Awe

Scarlet, like the blood that was spilled at my feet, his hair fluttered in the wind. The battle hung high in the air, the stale smell of old blood and rotting corpse. We’ve carried this mêlée for too long, stretching far over three days.

My men were tired, but I kept a tight grip on my sword. I was surprised the captain put me in charge. After all, I am a woman, and all the others always played fun with me because I was.

I stared out at the enemy’s leader, and in just him being in my sight, I wanted so much to bow to him. His sword was Gothic and the large cape that flowed around him, a symbol of a silky aura. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

The battle carried on around me, but all was silent while he was in my gaze. My feet wanted so much to step over lost men, and move to him and either end his life, or battle with him, just to feel as if dancing with him.

 His autumn gaze fell upon me, and they squinted in a glare, and he raised his sword. I watched as it glistened in the sunlight, and watched his scarlet shoulder pads ripple from his muscles.

Moving towards me, I gripped to my sword tighter, looking at the pathetic metal of it compared to his gorgeous sword. I twirled it in one hand, before charging.

He moved forward in one fluent moment. He managed to slice a nice part of my arm in the process, and I craned my neck behind myself to see him smiling to my blood on his blade. It dripped to the hungry ground, still stained from the days earlier.

His stamina was greater than mine, but my endurance was pushed to its limit sometimes, I could endure that cut. I tied it off with a rip of my shirt.

Sweat built on the base of his brows, and he took a moment to wipe it away. In the moment of his vulnerability, I lunged, but he knocked me back with a shove of his other palm.

“Give up, little girl.” He growled.

That infuriated me. “I’m not little!”

I traced a glyph onto my sword and called through myself, pouring hot, rich magik into the rapier. I screamed as it ate its way through me and poured itself through the glyph.

But before I could finish, with the magik burning me through, he took one quick smack at me, and I was just about cut off. Magik called to my wound, and sealed it up with another searing burn.

I was panting, on my knees at this moment, but I wouldn’t give in. My eyes stung, and the blood before dried down my leg. He stood, rising above me, sword still in hand.

“Why won’t you give up, Priestess?” He knelt down.

“Because...” I hissed. “You called me little.”

He chuckled in my face, and I rocketed forward, stabbing him through the waist. He stared down at the blade, which was now through his body.

With the hand not holding his massive, gorgeous sword, he snapped the sword in two. I heard both pieces fall to the ground in a cry of help. They stuck rocks and sang against them in pain.

“Goodbye, Priestess. Tell God, his messenger is to return back to his kingdom.” He swung down and missed my head by a mere inch.

With his hand exposed, I kicked at the wrist and snapped it. He grunted in pain, and held it in his other palm. Distracted, I leaped onto his head and threw him to the ground.

“I will tell him that. But I believe Satan will love having his charmer back.” I slung his massive sword over my head and off came his.

It rolled down the valley, and both sides of the mêlée stared in awe as the leader’s head made it to the river, traveling downstream. I stabbed the blade into the dirt’s depths and released a large battle cry.

My men roared with me, and proceeded to slaughter the enemy as they fell back.

But I had to steal one last look at their leader before joining the others. Even dead and my enemy, it still made me wonder how someone like him was battling out here instead with a wife in his town.

Just the thought of him even having children and even a wife brought tears to my eyes, and I knelt down to the ground. From there I prayed, even through the victory cheer of my men.

Author's Note

Sorry >.< Ive been into dramatic fantasies lately.

Reviews

[Ace D Portgas]

Wow this is REALLY good. Very imaginative and I loved the imagery in it while I was reading. I can see all of this in my head as I am reading. I loved the part where she told him that Satan was going to have his charmer back. Bad A*s woman right there

I'm into anythings with swords so I was feeling this from the get go. Although I was a bit confused at that first sentence the art where it states his hair was fluttering in the wind

I would love to see more ot this story and hopefully you decide to make more of it cause if you do, best believe I will read on : )