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Troubling Circumstances
Troubling Circumstances
"When?"
He stood there, looking at the ground, seeing nothing but eternal darkness. Death filled cries resounded everywhere around him. Comrades and enemies alike fell and died a horrible death.
"Dammit! When!?"
Hate filled his eyes for this senseless war. He stood there glaring, yet glaring at nothing. Moments passed before the order to retreat was given. Three spearmen came at him head on.
"Tell me when, damn you!"
He charged at them, his sword gripped tightly in his right hand. They thrust towards his stomach, but he sidestepped. He stabbed one spearman, cut down the second across the chest while ripping out his sword from the first, and split in two the third at the waste. He stood there, cluching his sword even tighter, and cried out at the top of his lungs. Cutting down another, he sprinted of towards the randevous.
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"Why?"
"I'm sorry, princess, what did you say? Forgive me, but I wasn't paying attention."
"Why won't the war end?" Emily began to cry. "Why don't they just quit already!?"
Samson sighed. "I recall telling you before that we are in no position to question it."
"Yes, we do!" Now cold fury was added to the great emotional mixture. "Why won't father just quit!? Nothing has been gained, and we are only losing!"
"But I recall there being a great victory yesterday in Kanch. The Vors have been retreating more and more recently." He seemed almost happy.
"I see," said Emily. He tone seemed devoid of any emotion. There was a long pause. "Mr. Samson, I wish to be alone for awhile."
"Very well." His tone was level. "If you need anything, I will be outside." He walked out the double doors and shut them gently.
An eerie silence took over. Seconds passed before breaking when Emily collapsed on her bed, her tearful eyes staring into the cold white ceiling. "You fool." Sadness spoke. "You were asking the wrond person." She closed her eyes, and within minutes she fell into a deep sleep.
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Emily, what are you thinking?
A gust blew over the black-stained plains. To think that such a once beautiful landscape could be reduced to this in one night. And similar events were taking place in many other places. Villages burned and pillaged. The fires of war trully spread beyond the fields of battle.
The battle last night wasn't as bloody as usual. Even though he lost several hundred men here and there, overall the loses were much smaller. Before the deathtolls would be in the thousands. It seemed the losses were dropping as the war dragged on.
"Almost seven hundred in one night," James said to himself. "Maybe they lost even more."
"What was that, my lord?" Captain Trans quickly glanced in James's direction.
"Nothing. Just thinking aloud." With that, Trans slowly turned away. At least, thought James, I did not have to face him. James brought his head up and stared into the horizon and the setting sun.
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"I need to get their morale up, now!" shouted Captain Torn. "If this plan goes well, we could end this war in a month!"
"But sir, we've been at it for who knows how long. If we keep up like this, we won't have any men for a plan."
"Maggot! We are almost in position! Just three more days, and the Svans will be crushed!" Torn turned his back on the lowly soldier. "Now get out of my sight." The Luitenant hurriedly walked out of the tent. As soon as he was sure he was alone he gave a huge sigh. He's been fighting on the front for seven months. This "new" battallion were nothing but failures looking for some quick glory or easy pay. Three months and already on the verge of collapsing, and good help was hard to find. The local schools do not provide the talented men they once had. That is, since the war began.
"I really need a vacation," said an exhausted voice."All I can do now is look forward to the next battle..." He sighed again. "...and hope it would be the last."
