The RebellionA Story by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))IDEA FOR A NOVELThe trees flashed past me while we rode the elephant. Birds were flying in the distance while strange creatures were walking over the planes. We were only twelve men strong. The revolution left over 500 000 men dead. The blood soaked in the ground, dead bodies stacked high in the distance. My body hurt from hours of fighting. We lost good men but it was for a good cause. Or that is what we will believe and history will tell. Food was scarce and we only had one bottle of water left for every man. The sun was high in the sky and burned hot on our bodies. For a moment we thought we could hear the war was still going but it was only our imagination. It has been four years since I was home. I don’t even know if my family is alive. I longed the taste of pure water and of fresh fruit. I desperately need a shower. I laughed at the idea and looked into the distance. The cuffs on
my arms were too tight and I could feel the pounding of blood in my hands. I
looked over my shoulder and saw the other fighters. I smiled and gave a wink to
the guy behind me. He winked back.
We called ourselves The Gatherers Of Rebellions. It is the year 709. We lived in the low parts of Articia. The evil land of Tranium was ruled by the Night Dwellers. For centuries they never came near our lands, but for the last five decades they caused havoc in our lands. They killed the children and took the woman. The men were tortured into being slaves for the ruler of Tranium. No one came back once they crossed the ocean.
The year 650, early morning we could hear the screaming of children and the stench of burning wood was overwhelming. I knew there that it was the Night Dwellers. I ran to the outside and saw that the home of Cindy was burning. She lied on the ground unconscious. With shock in my legs I ran to her and helped her stand up. Her face was swollen, eyes full of tears and screaming in my ears. “My boys! Where are they? Did they take my boys? Are they safe?” “I don’t know. What happened here? Are you okay?” I asked hastily. “They came from nowhere and took my husband and killed him. I don’t know where the boys are. I am fine but where are my boys?” The shock in her voice as she talked. She came to rest after a long time. We still didn’t know where her boys was. For some time we searched for the boys but only found a note stuck on her front door. “This was only the first attack of many. Every day we will come to collect wealth and when you cannot pay, we will burn down the houses. Signed the Lord Of Evil.” I took of the notice and ran to the council and gave them the note. Stress was visible in the air. Everyone panicked for the coming of a war was near. We had no army and the weapons the Night Dwellers used was so much stronger than ours. We were at war with the devil. And we had no chance in hell. Every day we were visited by their leader, we couldn’t pay and before our own eyes several of our own kind would be slaughtered. Brutally killed, their homes destroyed and yet another note. Over the years we accumulated strong armies and fought of a couple of the collectors. But we weren’t any match to them.
Now after five decades of slaughtering we rose up to fight the war. The battle of Rebellion. We collected men from all over the country side. 500 000 thousand men strong. We fought against millions of Night Dwellers. We killed all of them. Or we thought so. After the first millions there came a second batch. We fought until our bodies died of exhaustion. From the start no one was positive. The smell of death in the air and the image of thousands dying horrified me till this day. “We can’t go on like this Fred! We are weak and when last did we have proper food?” said Evan. © 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Author's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
213 Views
9 Reviews Added on September 10, 2011 Last Updated on September 10, 2011 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|