To each, his own Battle
The crimson sun peeked over the silhouette… wanting to come out…. Over a hundred thousand men willing it not to…. The land lay barren….. into the far horizon…. Stench of the previous evening still fresh in the air… A lone figure on the hills gestured to his army… Tattered armor, rusty helmet and a sword smeared with the blood of hundreds… Zir, the Spaniard… The hooves of the horses far away, resonated in a rising crescendo as they came closer….and closer…… The last of his paladins here, on the day of reckoning….
They waited in anticipation…. The barbarians were on the move, they knew. All their allies down south were decimated….Battles had come and gone in the past. The paladins had triumphed over them all… The stark difference of the mood in the air bothered them, like a nagging headache…. Somehow, this day was going to be different. When the sun sets tonight, the last man standing will stake claim to the land….
It’s a funny thing…. Time…the stress of the waiting game unbearable… footmen were jovial, and knights panicky… some writing letters to their loved ones, others crossing themselves…
Faith, Resignation, Hope, Panic, Anger, Optimism….Zir saw the gamut of human emotions flashing across the faces of his men… Ramifications of the human mind…. Unfathomable…
Each of them knew they were outnumbered. But faith can sometimes supply you with the strength that logic cannot… faith in their leader, their king, who had never let them down…. Obliteration awaited them. Many did not understand the philosophy… The purpose… but still, here they were… Their leader had extolled the higher virtues, “Some things in life are more important than wealth, than survival or even self respect…”. They delved within themselves…. No one had an answer…. On the battlefield, even a moment’s indecision can cost you your life.
As the hussars approached from the southern plains, one thought crossed the Spaniard’s mind….. To each, his own battle….
They waited in anticipation…. The barbarians were on the move, they knew. All their allies down south were decimated….Battles had come and gone in the past. The paladins had triumphed over them all… The stark difference of the mood in the air bothered them, like a nagging headache…. Somehow, this day was going to be different. When the sun sets tonight, the last man standing will stake claim to the land….
It’s a funny thing…. Time…the stress of the waiting game unbearable… footmen were jovial, and knights panicky… some writing letters to their loved ones, others crossing themselves…
Faith, Resignation, Hope, Panic, Anger, Optimism….Zir saw the gamut of human emotions flashing across the faces of his men… Ramifications of the human mind…. Unfathomable…
Each of them knew they were outnumbered. But faith can sometimes supply you with the strength that logic cannot… faith in their leader, their king, who had never let them down…. Obliteration awaited them. Many did not understand the philosophy… The purpose… but still, here they were… Their leader had extolled the higher virtues, “Some things in life are more important than wealth, than survival or even self respect…”. They delved within themselves…. No one had an answer…. On the battlefield, even a moment’s indecision can cost you your life.
As the hussars approached from the southern plains, one thought crossed the Spaniard’s mind….. To each, his own battle….
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