NOTE: To not confuse my 1 reader(you know who XD), this chapter skips forward, past Dante's further training and recongnition as a knight ((This chapter is still not completed. Should be done by Christmas by the latest)) Dante woke up in another cold sweat, panting as usual when he had these dreams of battles. Why did they affect him so? He donned his armor and his affects, stepping out of the small tent ans squinting at the morning sun. A small bell could be heard across the camp, and he made his way to the Dining area for some breakfast. The commander came to the troops as they ate, and said in a loud, commanding tone: "Word from Fort three has come. They have been besieged in a suprise attack. We set out due north tonight!" He stepped out of view, and the silence was broken by quick sparratic whispers from table to table. Dante redied his supplies in a matter of minutes, and they set out just as the sun set. He, along with the rest of the troop, had been on the move nonstop since the war started. They had not fought any battles as of late, and the entire company was loosing their cheerful valor-replaced by groaning disappointment. This was about to change, however. When they arrived at the fort, there was nothing left but the charred remains of the annihilated soldiers. The entire camp was burned to the ground, leaving nothing but ashes and smoke. Whoever attacked the camp was sure to clean up after themselves. The entire troop went stiff. Low mumbles went through the crowd, and Dante realized for once in his life what fear really was. They destroyed everything--but they left the bodies to suffer. Everybody alive jumped when they heard a low groan in the distance, and the commander stepped forward. "Who goes there!?" he said in his commanding tone. "They..." The man managed to stand somehow--his legs looked broken beyond repair. His face was bleeding from a wound hidden by his bloodstained hair that draped in ragged directions across his face. "He... only one..." He said, and looked up directly at Dante. His eyes went wide with fear, and he pointed. "H--hi--HIM!!" He tried to continue, but fell to the ground as though he realized the pain in his legs finally. The figure hit the ground hard, and was either unconscious or dead. All eyes moved to Dante, who had no idea what the man was talking about.
Jareth Black · Thu Dec 23, 2004 @ 10:34pm · 1 Comments |