Nax
03-13-2010, 11:43 PM
This is a short story I wrote a few years back in highschool, u may get a kick out of it.
I awoke first thing in the morning. Slowly and groggily the camp began to stir. We had been marching all night. The sun was just coming over the horizon, making the dew on the leaves glisten like diamonds perched upon a green pedestal. The birds were chirping in the trees far overhead with a million different songs all mingling together to make a sweet symphony of sound. As the army awoke, I and my comrades packed up our few belongings scattered around the ground. Just then the orders were given to begin marching and I scoffed down the last little bit of my morning breakfast. Nothing too special, just some bread left over from the night before.
I fell into position with the other soldiers and we began on what would be the final leg of our long journey. The army did not saunter or doddle in any way, in fact it moved at a full-on run with almost a chaotic madness to it. But this was just how it appeared. Everyone knew exactly what they were to be doing and where they should be in the horde. Some scouted ahead and made sure that the way was clear. Others would clear away brush to make the rest of the troops movement easier. It was all very organized in its own little way. Some of my comrades could not withstand the heat and pace of march however, and succumbed to the exhaustion. Thier bodies would be retrieved and taken back home when the throng of workers and peasants came.
I guess that's just how an army works. there was always a mass of commoners that would follow behind the army, and when we arrived to our destination, they too had their own set of jobs to fulfil. But my job was to be a soldier. I had no other task but to live, fight, and possibly die for the good of my homeland. I was perfectly fine with this, it is what I was meant to do, and it gave me purpose in life.
The death machine rolled through forest and field alike, nothing could stop us from reaching our destination. We forder rivers filled to the rim with waters glimmering in the summer heat, and we could see fish swimming below us as we crossed. We stumbled down rocky, dusty, cliff sides and many of us would fall and roll down the steep embankments. being one of the first to go down was the worst, you would be pummelled by rocks and debris that your companions would send showering down after you. Every now and then someone would become trapped and we would all have to help free them.
As we rose over a small hill, the army stopped, we had reached our destination. We looked upon a city much like the one we had come from. The people had different skun from us however, we called them blacks. the city was alive with bustle. Here and there workers scurried about their chores. Some were bringing in the harvest for offerings to the queen that resided in this are. At the gates a few gaurds were posted, more to keep an eye on everyone then as a major defensive force.
Our soldiers assembled themselves along the hill. Rows upon rows of our men fell in behind me. the order was given to charge and the thunder of a million feet rose from the ground. "LONG LIVE THE QUEEN" the horde cried as we rushed upon the unsuspecting city. The dust from a million feet choked the air, making it hard to breath and see. Like a wave of death we washed over the city. Spearing, crushing, and tearing apart anyone or anything that obstructed the way.
The soldiers posted at the gates rushed inside and sounded the alarm. it would do them no good. the flood of death crushed everything around it. Now black soldiers were starting to pour out of the gates like a fountain of oil. They crashed into our front line, sending it flying. They were almost twice our size, but we had them out numbered 5 to 1, and their soldiers fell with little avail. We poured into the gates and everywhere around me was death. I slaughtered dozens of workers and soliers alike as I ran through the city.
I was one of the first to enter the royal chamber. I and ten others were faced with two dozen black soldiers protecting the queen to the bitter end. they charged us before we could retreat or rally. i watched in horror as my comrades were torn apart limb by limb with little effort. I was left alone with 24 angry blacks bearing down on me. I ran full tilt into them, hoping to die with honour for my queen. I threw myself upon the back of one of them with all my might. He struggled to throw me free as I clung for dear life. I leaned forward and decapitated him quickly. As I tried jumping to another a black snatched me out of the air, pinning me to the ground with one of his legs. he leaned back ready to deliver the death blow, and then fell to the ground with an immense thud.
I watched in awe as fifty or so of my comrades came to my aid in one final assault. They swept through the chamber terminating the final royal gaurds and swarmed around what they had come for. With one final blow, the Queen's head was lopped off. A cheer rose up from the city "LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"
This time as we passed through the city everything was eerily calm. The workers had scavenged everything that they could. The streets were barren and silent. It was time to go back to the hill with the spoils of war. Our queen would be very pleased with us. The red ants always triumph.
I awoke first thing in the morning. Slowly and groggily the camp began to stir. We had been marching all night. The sun was just coming over the horizon, making the dew on the leaves glisten like diamonds perched upon a green pedestal. The birds were chirping in the trees far overhead with a million different songs all mingling together to make a sweet symphony of sound. As the army awoke, I and my comrades packed up our few belongings scattered around the ground. Just then the orders were given to begin marching and I scoffed down the last little bit of my morning breakfast. Nothing too special, just some bread left over from the night before.
I fell into position with the other soldiers and we began on what would be the final leg of our long journey. The army did not saunter or doddle in any way, in fact it moved at a full-on run with almost a chaotic madness to it. But this was just how it appeared. Everyone knew exactly what they were to be doing and where they should be in the horde. Some scouted ahead and made sure that the way was clear. Others would clear away brush to make the rest of the troops movement easier. It was all very organized in its own little way. Some of my comrades could not withstand the heat and pace of march however, and succumbed to the exhaustion. Thier bodies would be retrieved and taken back home when the throng of workers and peasants came.
I guess that's just how an army works. there was always a mass of commoners that would follow behind the army, and when we arrived to our destination, they too had their own set of jobs to fulfil. But my job was to be a soldier. I had no other task but to live, fight, and possibly die for the good of my homeland. I was perfectly fine with this, it is what I was meant to do, and it gave me purpose in life.
The death machine rolled through forest and field alike, nothing could stop us from reaching our destination. We forder rivers filled to the rim with waters glimmering in the summer heat, and we could see fish swimming below us as we crossed. We stumbled down rocky, dusty, cliff sides and many of us would fall and roll down the steep embankments. being one of the first to go down was the worst, you would be pummelled by rocks and debris that your companions would send showering down after you. Every now and then someone would become trapped and we would all have to help free them.
As we rose over a small hill, the army stopped, we had reached our destination. We looked upon a city much like the one we had come from. The people had different skun from us however, we called them blacks. the city was alive with bustle. Here and there workers scurried about their chores. Some were bringing in the harvest for offerings to the queen that resided in this are. At the gates a few gaurds were posted, more to keep an eye on everyone then as a major defensive force.
Our soldiers assembled themselves along the hill. Rows upon rows of our men fell in behind me. the order was given to charge and the thunder of a million feet rose from the ground. "LONG LIVE THE QUEEN" the horde cried as we rushed upon the unsuspecting city. The dust from a million feet choked the air, making it hard to breath and see. Like a wave of death we washed over the city. Spearing, crushing, and tearing apart anyone or anything that obstructed the way.
The soldiers posted at the gates rushed inside and sounded the alarm. it would do them no good. the flood of death crushed everything around it. Now black soldiers were starting to pour out of the gates like a fountain of oil. They crashed into our front line, sending it flying. They were almost twice our size, but we had them out numbered 5 to 1, and their soldiers fell with little avail. We poured into the gates and everywhere around me was death. I slaughtered dozens of workers and soliers alike as I ran through the city.
I was one of the first to enter the royal chamber. I and ten others were faced with two dozen black soldiers protecting the queen to the bitter end. they charged us before we could retreat or rally. i watched in horror as my comrades were torn apart limb by limb with little effort. I was left alone with 24 angry blacks bearing down on me. I ran full tilt into them, hoping to die with honour for my queen. I threw myself upon the back of one of them with all my might. He struggled to throw me free as I clung for dear life. I leaned forward and decapitated him quickly. As I tried jumping to another a black snatched me out of the air, pinning me to the ground with one of his legs. he leaned back ready to deliver the death blow, and then fell to the ground with an immense thud.
I watched in awe as fifty or so of my comrades came to my aid in one final assault. They swept through the chamber terminating the final royal gaurds and swarmed around what they had come for. With one final blow, the Queen's head was lopped off. A cheer rose up from the city "LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"
This time as we passed through the city everything was eerily calm. The workers had scavenged everything that they could. The streets were barren and silent. It was time to go back to the hill with the spoils of war. Our queen would be very pleased with us. The red ants always triumph.