Fri Mar 25, 2011 9:05 pm
Trapped (article entry)
Everything was dark, I couldn't move and I felt I was being crushed.
I tried to move but the pressure stole all hope of movement.
Voices, I could hear the men above, they were looking for survivors, I would be saved. It was just a matter of time before thy found me.
I tried to call out to them but I could only manage a muffled groan.
I had to dig myself out of these, these...
I now realized what I was buried under.
Steel, flesh, and dirt.
It had begun this morning. The morning fog was just lifting and the light rain was subsiding.
The heavy breath of the horses, the occasional clang of a spear on a shield.
We were on our way to attack a city of a kingdom we had long been at war with.
The cavalry had gone ahead and were ordered to charge after the first barrage from the catapults and archers.
We had them outnumbered, three to one odds.
A sense of pride and excitement came over me when the volley of arrows and boulders passed overhead.
The enemy army braced but it wouldn't stop the barrage.
The horn blew and we charged.
Hooves kicking up a storm of mud, the horses gallopped forward at an amazing speed.
The plan was to hit the enemy before they could recover from the catapult attack, strike fear into their hearts and make them surrender.
I gripped my spear tighter.
Then before we could make it to their lines, I was falling.
I thought I was going to die.
Since I was in the lead I was one of the first to fall and therefore the first to hit the ground.
My horse landed headfirst, my spear snapped, and I was thrown forward.
Landing on my back I caught a glimpse of horses and their riders raining over me.
Then it was dark.
Moments later I heard screams. The enemy archers had begun firing into the pit, killing any survivors.
Eventually our infantry had come, I know this because of the sounds coming from above. It raged on for what seemed like forever. I cursed myself for being so stupid and not being able to fight gloriously for my land.
I cursed myself for falling into this trap.
So now the sounds of battle were over and I can hear someon trying to dig out any survivors.
I felt the pressure lift a little. I was able to move my arm.
With all my strength I pushed my arm out from under the carnage.
I felt a hand grasp it.
And now I wondered. Who won the battle and I wished I hadn't reached my hand out there, an I wished it wasn't the enemy who found me.
Because what if it wasn't my brothers who had found me?
I tried to move but the pressure stole all hope of movement.
Voices, I could hear the men above, they were looking for survivors, I would be saved. It was just a matter of time before thy found me.
I tried to call out to them but I could only manage a muffled groan.
I had to dig myself out of these, these...
I now realized what I was buried under.
Steel, flesh, and dirt.
It had begun this morning. The morning fog was just lifting and the light rain was subsiding.
The heavy breath of the horses, the occasional clang of a spear on a shield.
We were on our way to attack a city of a kingdom we had long been at war with.
The cavalry had gone ahead and were ordered to charge after the first barrage from the catapults and archers.
We had them outnumbered, three to one odds.
A sense of pride and excitement came over me when the volley of arrows and boulders passed overhead.
The enemy army braced but it wouldn't stop the barrage.
The horn blew and we charged.
Hooves kicking up a storm of mud, the horses gallopped forward at an amazing speed.
The plan was to hit the enemy before they could recover from the catapult attack, strike fear into their hearts and make them surrender.
I gripped my spear tighter.
Then before we could make it to their lines, I was falling.
I thought I was going to die.
Since I was in the lead I was one of the first to fall and therefore the first to hit the ground.
My horse landed headfirst, my spear snapped, and I was thrown forward.
Landing on my back I caught a glimpse of horses and their riders raining over me.
Then it was dark.
Moments later I heard screams. The enemy archers had begun firing into the pit, killing any survivors.
Eventually our infantry had come, I know this because of the sounds coming from above. It raged on for what seemed like forever. I cursed myself for being so stupid and not being able to fight gloriously for my land.
I cursed myself for falling into this trap.
So now the sounds of battle were over and I can hear someon trying to dig out any survivors.
I felt the pressure lift a little. I was able to move my arm.
With all my strength I pushed my arm out from under the carnage.
I felt a hand grasp it.
And now I wondered. Who won the battle and I wished I hadn't reached my hand out there, an I wished it wasn't the enemy who found me.
Because what if it wasn't my brothers who had found me?
Vae Victus
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