Posted 06 March 2012 - 05:26 PM
We ran. Over hill and stream. Across meadow and forest all running. Running to find a better place. A better place to die and make them pay for the death of our clansmen. What better place than the old deserted keep? But the way was long and close the spikes of our enemies eager to slack their thirst on clans blood.
Once we lived peacefully I was told. Even though on the border of the imperial land, life was called good by the elders but now that was long past. Never could remember a day that wasn't filled with death and desruction. Used to be mostly thiers. Then they seemed to get smarter. More of them would come at once and hit hard against the clansmen. I can remeber many times when brother and father's would stay sholder to sholder only to be overran by the vermin. Gnawed, pierced, broken by many small feet. Then the dragon's started to appear.
Those horrors just couldn't be stopped without a brave soul fleeing to the ancestors. They broke our homes, our towers, our cisterns, our granies, and broke down every wall we could thrust up to protect ourselfs. Soon water was scarse, our food eaten by rats and rodents most foul, and the only place we could defend was our hall. Then that night came.
Nothing had happened for days. No dragons, no vermin, nothing to attack us. Some celebrated saying that the siege was over that we had beaten them back. My pa said that too. I didn't listen. I had a feeling that there was still more to come. Me and my brother decided to take the entrance that night with our torches and lights amoungst the still rubble. Inside they partied and made merry till long into the night. My brother began to question why we had to stay out so long when it was now obvious that they wouldn't come that night. Then he died. The vermin jumping up onto him. I was lucky. I was merely bashed aside by one of the dragon's wing. I was out the rest of the battle. Save the last bit. I awoke. I saw the enemy realizing what had happened I attacked. I made my way through the corpse littered courtyard. Stabbing with the short sword Glorious. Then I saw the Clan head. Arounnd him corpses of vermin and even dragons lay about him. He who held the standard of the empire high. That's when I saw him fall. Not to the enemy. Nay, but to his own flesh.
His eldest son killed him stabbed him through. I cried,"Traitor to the Empire, traitor to the to your own blood!" He saw me then. He didn't see the dragon that got him though. I realized then that all was lost. I cried "Retreat." Yes I, brave son of the empire did cry the cry of the coward. But now I will be redeemed. For younder hill stands the keep. I, and the last of my clansmen will stand here. To pay in blood our actions and to revenge the blood of our clansmen.
At the Deserted Keep.