Medieval ExcerptA Story by Brandon AdamsThis is an excerpt for a book that I am currently working on. I really enjoy working on this story and I am pleased with the progression of it. EnjoyEven from this distance the fresh scent of burning flesh tickled my nose and twisted my stomach. An uneasy feeling dawned on me, knowing that the humans were so close to our settlement. I slapped the reins on my Gordja and gave her a slight kick of my heel. The lizard let out a low hiss and she picked up her pace.
The
smoke was thick but my elven eyes were keen. My sight went beyond that of any
human. My piercing golden gaze cut through the dark clouds, which made it
easier to navigate through the dense forest. No matter how swiftly I traveled,
it wasn't fast enough. My Gordja was tired from the hunting we had done earlier
in the day but I pushed her harder. As we sank deeper into the forest, the heat
intensified. The roaring flames became a burden but I refused to let it stop
me. Before long, I exited the cluster of trees and entered the clearing where
the Kindril settlement awaited.
Silver
soldiers, encased in their plate, conducted a fierce battle with one another.
The soldiers sported different crest, one of red and one of blue. I couldn't
care less about the humans and their senseless war, but I refuse to allow such
squabbles to be held around my people. Anger settled in my chest as my people
were caught in the cross fire. The time for reasoning had long past; it was
time for action.
I
reached for my Ironwood spear, which crossed my back. The wood felt rough
against my hands, but soothing regardless. Over the years I had grown accustom
to wielding my father’s spear. I no longer considered the spear a weapon,
rather an extension of my own body. My pointed elven ears twitched as something
approached me from behind. I swung my Gordja around ready to defend myself. To
my surprise the other Kindril elves, which I went hunting with, finally caught
up to me. They all rode atop their olive scaled Gordjas and they all shared the
same look of disbelief when they saw the devastation that had swept over our settlement.
Focusing my attention back to the warring humans; I snapped the reins on my
Gordja and charged to battle. “Chastity, wait!” A voice cried.
It
was already too late, because my fiery spirit was burning. I ignored the cries
of the Kindril man and rushed forward. Using my Gordja’s momentum to my
advantage; I jumped off of her back and dived onto one of the humans. Wasting
little time I sank my spear deep into the human’s chest. The point of my spear
instantly pierced into the human’s armor and covered me in a crimson shower.
Another human raised his blade to strike me. Unfortunately for the human my
Gordja had other plans. The giant lizard stood on her back legs and easily
surpassed the human’s height. She clamped down on the humans shoulder with her
massive fangs and, judging by the human’s screams it was painful. My Gordja
then pulled the human to the ground and continued her assault. Despite the chaos, I kept a calm
head. As I scanned the area and spotted my target, the Seether’s tent.
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2 Reviews Added on July 23, 2014 Last Updated on September 8, 2017 Tags: Excerpt, Medieval Excerpt, Medieval, Medieval Times, Fantasy, Elf, Elves AuthorBrandon AdamsNCAboutHello my name is Brandon Adams and I'm here to whisk you away from reality. Writing is my passion and I specialize in creating tales of fantasy and urban fantasy. I accept any and all forms of critici.. more..Writing
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