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Of Dusk & Dawn

Contributed by mdmorash on Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 09:11:15 PM in AEST
Topic: fictional



PART I - - THE COMING OF DUSK

Chapter I - - The Druid

“Won’t you come awake?” she asked. “It’s time for you to know.”
I raised my head, and looked around; saw nothing but the snow.
“Come away with me.” she said. “There’s something you must see.”
I felt myself begin to rise, my spirit flouting free.

“Look upon the world.” she said. “The dark has come again.”
I looked into the south and saw the evil creeping stain.
“Do you see its print?” she asked. “The mark left by the beast.”
I felt the world come closing in, this stain was something’s feast.

“Is this what I think?” I asked. “Please tell me that I’m wrong.”
I looked at her, and knew the truth there woven in her song.
“It has been so long,” I said, “since last I heard its name.”
I tried to make myself deceived, but knew it was the same.

“Yes it is the one,” she said. “The one that came before.”
Within her robes of light I saw the Goddess at her core.
“Will you fight for me,” she asked, “this last, and final time?”
I bowed my head to hide my tears, for sadness now did climb.

“I am yours to guide,” I said, “a sentinel to thee.”
I saw the pain within her eyes, as vast as open sea.
“I will put them right,” I pledged, “the things that have been wronged.”
She smiled at me with saddened lips, those words were what she’d longed.

“You are always true,” she said, “dear Druid of my heart.”
Then mem’ries filled my mind again of all I’d been a part.
“You are all I know,” I said, “my Mother Nature dear.”
I looked at her, and touched her cheek; not showing any fear.

“I will ease your pain,” I smiled, “and make you whole again.”
I felt the air around me move as strength began to gain.
“I will make its end,” I said, “this time will be its last.”
She kissed my lips, and laid me down to sleep away the past.

“Close your eyes once more,” she said, “for strength is what you’ll need.”
I tried to fight, but in the end rode sleep upon its stead.
“I will wait for you,” she said, “right hear until it’s done.”
Her voice so warm, it wrapped me up till woken by the sun.

“Now I must begin,” I thought, “there is no time to spare.”
With armor on, and staff in hand I called my trusted mare.
“We must first rebuild,” I said, “the covenant of old.”
And with those words we started out, a summer’s day so cold.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Down the mountain trails I road, my home now left behind.
I tried to keep my eyes ahead for fear I would go blind.
In the mist of morning fog I saw so many things.
I saw the face of he I’d slain, and all the death he brings.

Soon my memories took hold, and I was there again.
The mud so wet with mortal rain, and blood to quench the pain.
I stood among the corpses, the dead and dying one.
I searched the heavens for a sign of praise what we had done.

But the night would not relent; it painted us so black.
And through the tears I’d bleed that night, saw no one coming back.
Then a shape appeared to me, and then there was one more.
The members of the covenant all stood with me once more.

I felt hope once more, and then I knew there was a chance.
And as we came together I could see they’d come to dance.
“Hope we’ve found you well,” Vynn said, “I’d worried for a bit.”
I looked into the Rangers eyes, and marveled at his whit.

“I will see the dawn,” I smiled, “I’ll not be left behind.”
And in my eyes, though dark with rage, they saw my state of mind.
“What is it we’ll do?” Kiell asked. “This fog it hides the spawn.”
I touched the priest upon the arm, and pointed to the dawn.

“Thank the lady now,” I said, “for she has shown the way.”
And in our hearts the songs of fear did not so loudly play.
“Now I see its roost,” Vynn snarled, “it’s there upon the hill.”
I looked into the distance, and my spine it felt the chill.

“Now we shall embark,” I said, “upon this journey foul.”
I donned my cloak, and steeled myself against the banshees howl.
“Lady bless our path,” Kiell prayed, “and guide us to our goals.”
He blessed himself, and then did us protecting all our souls.

Through the mud we trudged until the sun sat high above.
We felt its power start to squeeze, a primal soulless glove.
On we fought against its might, into its murd’rous haunt.
And up the hill we found our self with more to fear than taunts.

From the pit it sent its hoard, all mangled tortured rage.
We stood our ground and sealed our fate right there upon its stage.
On the battle raged till dusk, and then our path was clear.
So to the pit that birthed the hoard we went quench our fear.

Down we went, and down some more. There seemed no end in sight.
At our backs we felt the loss of the dying of the light.
“This cannot be real,” I thought, “this has to be a dream.”
I almost had myself convinced, but heard the evil scream.

“Do you feel that heat?” I asked. “It’s coming from the stone.”
I put my ear against the wall to hear its brutal tone.
“This I do not like,” Vynn said, “I know this is a trap.”
I watched as he adeptly checked his blades and ev’ry strap.

“Tell me what you feel,” I asked, “and can you sense him yet?”
I waited for the priest to speak, but words he would not let.
“Tell me what you know,” I pushed, “we need your seeing eyes.”
I waited just a moment more than Kiell began to rise.

“He is just through there,” Kiell said, “He’s waiting there for you.”
I bowed my head and knew my friends had nothing left to do.
“Bless me one more time,” I said, “then my retreat you’ll keep.”
The priest he smiled with saddened eyes for now my path grew steep.

“We will be right here,” Vynn growled, “for aid you need but call.”
I thanked him with a smile, and nod though both knew I must fall.
“I am yours to bare,” I said, “to bare back to the sun.”
I turned away from them just then as tears began to run.

Then I stepped away, and down to search for evils lair.
And as I moved within his halls I felt him in my hair.
Then I found a door and stopped, I knew he was within.
I tried to breath, but labored hard. The air was thick and thin.

Then I pushed inside and froze, held fast within his sight.
He moved so fast I’d almost lost before I’d called my light.
“Take from me my blood,” I prayed, “and give to me your heart.”
Upon my staff a fire grew that tore the dark apart.

“What is this I’ve found?” He mocked. “A mortal in my realm?”
I looked at him, and gauged the strength I’d have to overwhelm.
“I am just a man,” I said, “I’m that and nothing more.”
He stared at me, and then he smiled, and moved to close the door.

“What is it you’re called?” I asked. “For even beasts have names.”
I watched his movements warily. I had begun the games.
“I am known as wrath,” he said, “but others have been used.”
I knew this demons legend well, and what he’d been accused.

“Shall we get this done,” he said, “I’m growing tired of you.”
I felt the pressure of his stare, and then my fire grew.
“I have come for this,” I said, “and not to sit and chat.”
I wondered if my choice was good as out my words were spat.

With a grace unknown he charged, and knocked me for a spin.
I tried to shield myself away, but felt the tearing skin.
As my blood flowed red I raged, and brought my staff around.
He ducked my strike, but not my fire, and shrieked an anguished sound.

Then he came at me again, but this time I was gone.
He did not find me in his sight till fire sang its song.
Then the smell of burning flesh began to fill my lungs.
I tried to shield myself from spells, but did not know his tongues.

Then a thing began within, but still I know not how.
I felt the heat and flame dig in just like the farmers plow.
From my fingers came the light that soon would bring the end.
And as it wrapped around his hate, the beast began to bend.

“What is this you’ve done?” He screamed. “You are no man at all.”
In agony he fought the flame, but slowly he did fall.
“I am just a man.” I yelled, “a man who’s blessed by light.”
I struck again, and then once more my soul filled with delight.

As the fire ebbed away, I saw what I had done.
For with her blessings, and her love the battle had been won.
“Thank you for this day,” I prayed, “without you I’d be lost.”
And with those words there came a pain torn equal to our cost.

As we came away once more, from darkness into light.
We looked around below the hill, and saw the morbid sight.
There upon the fields of death, lay men and spawn alike.
And for our final act in this we’d faced a grizzly hike.

As I said goodbye that night, and watched my comrades go.
I prayed with all my heart and soul to not repeat this show.
”You have done so much,” she said, “you’ve saved the light in me.”
I looked for her, but all I saw was death and its disease.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Then I came upon a place, the place for which I’d searched.
And as I came out of the trees I saw the falcon perched.
“It will come again,” I frowned, “and death will come to pass.”
I watched the man across the glen and wandered through the grass.





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Re: Of Dusk & Dawn (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 05:48:44 AM AEST
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*breathes out*
I love the fight scene at the end. Very graphic and thoughtful, with good interjections of scene synopsis. You have mastered R&R storytelling by the way. Not many people in here can write the way you do for such length and with such interest.

I'm going to check out your other works, as you have a guilded imagination, good bard.

A golden torque for thine work!




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