Who will have the glory?A Story by Eric RNorse invaders Atop the stone tower, squinting through the hazy sun, I scan the sea. A slight quiver - just a hint of a movement, heightens my senses and chills me with fear. Dark specks begin to pop up over the blue water. Wavering silhouettes in front of the golden sunlight rise and spread out along the horizon like a dark sinister wave. Invaders! They are the Norsemen - terrors of the coast. Their longships with striped sails and carved dragon heads deface the sea and sky. Along the sides of their ships painted shields glisten with the colors of war, heralding pain and death. I climb down the tower and race back to town. Running, shouting, clanging alarm bells; chaotic panic fills the dusty streets outside my home. The pride of our Saxon leader calls us to fight- save our town, save our culture. Preparing mentally for the horrors ahead, I swiftly suit up my armor. I keep my head carefully down to avoid seeing the fear in my family's eyes. With muffled sobs behind me I stand by the open door and draw in a great breath of courage. Stories will be written and songs will be sung about this day. When the battle is retold through history who will have the glory and who will have death? I swing my mace onto my right shoulder and cross the threshold from peace into war. © 2016 Eric R |
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