Dulce et decorum et pro patria moris
“There.” My Captain said. “There await us he battle of our lives.”
I gave out a sigh, my horse hoofed, it was uneasy. “It seems we have missed the battle.” I said. We had ridden hard and long for three days with their nights and only for this? I thought.
“The battle may be over for our fallen comrades.” Said Thorongil, my Captain.
“But ours it´s just beginning .” He said with a loud voice.
The man to my right gave out a low groan, his horse was moving it´s head from side to side.
My spear felt heavy in my arm. The wind was cool and through my armor a chill ran down my spine as I saw the scene that lay before me.
Our army was gone, their bodies and blood covered the field and our enemies were shouting in triumph at their demise. Their celebration was raucous and wild, they still had not noticed our presence. “We weren´t supposed to lose here…” I thought to myself. “We COULD NOT lose here…” Desperation took me and the grip on my spear slackened. The war was over, we had lost, all of our warriors were dead and gone, only us remained. All eleven of us.
“We should…” I started, but Thorongil interrupted me.
“We should extend our battle line.” He said with confidence. “Prepare to sound the charge.” He said as he drew out his sword.
Te rest of us looked at each other in confusion. But I was the one to talk.
“You do realize that there are well over five thousand barbarians in that valley?” I asked.
“Sure I do, my eyesight remains as good as a hawk´s my old friend.” He said clasping my shoulder. I could feel his hand trembling beneath the protecting glove.
“The enemy outnumber us greatly…” One of my partners said.
“So they do, but we shall meet them in battle none the less.” He said, silencing him with his glare.
“Fly our banners up high!” Thorongil roared. “So that we can be seen from the distance.” His battle speeches were always inspiring. “Remember our fallen comrades.” He continued as he paced in front of us. “So that they protect us in the battle to come- And if it is our time to die, so that they are ready to welcome us in the Undying Lands.”
“Hold your spears and your hearts in a tight grip.” He continued beating his chest with the fist that carried his sword. “So that our lives and deaths are remembered for what we are.”
“With how many warriors did we started this campaign?” The Captain asked. “More than 100 we were. Countless battles we have fought and even more enemies we have slain.” He continued. Everyone was rapt of his words.
“And at last we have come to journey´s end. The end is nigh my friends, our brothers have fallen, our Kin has died, our army has been all but destroyed, our valor, our nation have failed. But our pride remains untouched.”
Our hearts glowed with his talk, he gave us strength, he gave us hope, and at the same time he told us there was none.
“What will they say when the last one of us lies dead on the grass?” He asked with a booming voice. “Will they say they found us running away and killed us while we begged for mercy?”
“Or…will they tremble at the memory of all the terrors they suffered at our hands? Will they tremble at the memory of our last glorious charge?”
While Throngil spoke I noticed that the enemy had stopped their celebrations…
“So sound our horns with a cry that never has been heard in this world.” We did as he told us to do, and our cries filled the enemy ranks, they stared up in disbelief, they heard a cry for war, a cry of valiants and warriors.
“Sound the charge!” Thorongil boomed. “Charge!” He yelled before reining his horse into a wild gallop.
“Charge!” We cried when we caught up with him.
“For death and glory!” He yelled when the first enemy arrows crisscrossed the skies.
My heart was frantic with emotions, my mind raced through past memories. The enemy lines got nearer, they raised their pikes…
We kept riding: to battle…to our deaths…to everlasting glory.
JerichoOnlyFan vs Borissomeone
, It's funny cuz I've had like Noooooo sleep, ya know...
Originally Posted by JerichoOnlyFan
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