Robert lynn
10-07-2014, 12:45 PM
This is the second short story i have ever written and its sort of a rewrite of my first post,so without further a due here it is.
The greenhorn by Robert Lynn
The sun was fading off into darkness as John finished up his supper, he had mostly spent the day sharpening his sword and contemplating on the impending battle. John was a greenhorn, which means he was a rookie, and was the only one in the camp who had not experienced battle, but not anymore. John would be battling against the mason army, which was a rebellion against the kingdom, and its leader was Thomas Stonefist. Thomas was marching toward the camp with around two thousand men and the camp contained only around five hundred men. John finally put out his fire and made his way to his tent, where he lay most the night sleepless, until finally, he heard it, the loud bellowing of the camp war horn.
John jumped from his furs, slipped on his boots, and grabbed his sword; there was no time to equip his armor. Outside John was met by his friend Sam. Sam was a muscular man, with short brown hair and a goatee. Sam and John had met a year before in training and recently they were on different operations and had been apart for a while. Sam put his hand on John's shoulder and said “John please try not to get your weakling self-killed”
“Ill try my best” said John, slapping Sam’s hand away and with greetings over they both ran forward to the battle.
John and Sam arrived at the large open field the battle would take place in. It was crowded with half armored men staring nervously ahead at the advancing army. John was terrified, he thought the camp was doomed when he saw their numbers, and he realized he wasn't ready to die. John had only recently been married, and still had many things he wanted to do, but he was here and had to deal with it and hope for the best. HRRUUUM!, Blared the war horn, which set in motion John and his comrades and in the confusion of running John lost sight of Sam, but there was nothing he could do for his friend, but hope he wasn't trampled. The march turned into a large shoving match as the two armies collided and soon the field was full of screams of pain and the clanking of swords.
John shoved his way through the crowd until he arrived at the chaotic front lines, when to his right a large man wearing the mason colors of red and black under his heavy linked mail armor ran at full speed in his direction, raising his sword. John quickly prairied his sword strike, but the spine rattling vibration knocked Johns sword from his grip, and the bloodthirsty mason took that moment to send John to the ground with a ferocious slice across the leg, where John passed out. Hours later John woke to the foul stench of death and decay and the throbbing pain in his leg. John raised up to survey the scene. There was nothing but hundreds of dead men and they were mostly his comrades. In an instant John was filled with fear and grief, he wondered if his friend lay among the disgusting field of dead men and wondered when the mason fighters would notice him sitting there and thrust a sword through his chest like he was a mere animal. Nobody came to execute him though, they had all apparently moved on after their victory, so John tried climbing up off the ground but his injured leg just painfully collapsed under him, so he crawled.
John managed to crawl all the way to camp, but he could not bear to go any further so he lay there, staring up at the scorching afternoon sun when he heard something rustle. He did not even get a chance to look before a large man leapt on him, shoving a dagger to his throat; John noticed this man had short brown hair and a goatee. “John?” said the man “I thought you were dead!, and your leg friend, let me go get a bandage for that!”. John had gotten a spark of hope, for he realized the man was Sam. Sam bandaged John’s leg and they decided to travel to the main camp and warn the main camp of the defense camps destruction. The odds were not in Sam and Johns favor however. They would both have to travel through the thick forest in order to keep clear of the advancing mason army.
They both lay by a fire looking up past the tree tops at the beautiful stars after a long day of hiking, in which Sam had to carry John when his leg gave out. John looked over at his friend from across the fire and said “so Sam how did you make it through that mess back there?” Sam studied John for a moment and said “I saw the size of that army John and I’m not going to lie, I got scared, so like a coward I ran back to camp and hid, but I’m alive aren't I? Those who were brave aren’t” and after that John could not think of a good reply so the both simply went to sleep. The next morning they woke to the wonderful sounds of singing birds and the slits of sunlight beaming through the tree tops beaming down warmly onto their faces. They both set off once again into the thick woods with John stumbling along on his bad leg until they arrived upon a ruin. This ruin was nothing but a pile of white stones and a fallen, white, mossy pillar, which appeared to have once been some sort of shrine. Sitting on top of the fallen pillar were three men wearing a tunic and breeches with the mason colors upon them and a hauberk, they appeared to be scouts, and one of them appeared to be a archer. Sam signaled john to kill the man on the left while he slowly crept up to the man on the right and when in position Sam signaled to strike. John thrust his sword through the back of the man's skull and yanked it out with a hard jerk, but in front of John was the archer and he was fumbling around at his waist for a arrow to shoot at John, but before the man could draw it sam leapt on him from behind the pillar and thrust his dagger into his throat and holding him until his life drained away.
John took the archers long bow, which appeared to be made from yew, and his arrows. He had always been good with a bow, but for whatever reason the captain had not assigned him to be a archer. The two of them traveled onward for three days until finally, they arrived at the main camp, where they were approached by the two men whose job it was to protect the perimeter and these men lead them to the general who they told about the defeat in the defense camp and a day later they moved the camp and rallied all their forces together and defeated the army, sending Thomas and his surviving men into the forest, where no doubt he would build his army back up and march again.
The greenhorn by Robert Lynn
The sun was fading off into darkness as John finished up his supper, he had mostly spent the day sharpening his sword and contemplating on the impending battle. John was a greenhorn, which means he was a rookie, and was the only one in the camp who had not experienced battle, but not anymore. John would be battling against the mason army, which was a rebellion against the kingdom, and its leader was Thomas Stonefist. Thomas was marching toward the camp with around two thousand men and the camp contained only around five hundred men. John finally put out his fire and made his way to his tent, where he lay most the night sleepless, until finally, he heard it, the loud bellowing of the camp war horn.
John jumped from his furs, slipped on his boots, and grabbed his sword; there was no time to equip his armor. Outside John was met by his friend Sam. Sam was a muscular man, with short brown hair and a goatee. Sam and John had met a year before in training and recently they were on different operations and had been apart for a while. Sam put his hand on John's shoulder and said “John please try not to get your weakling self-killed”
“Ill try my best” said John, slapping Sam’s hand away and with greetings over they both ran forward to the battle.
John and Sam arrived at the large open field the battle would take place in. It was crowded with half armored men staring nervously ahead at the advancing army. John was terrified, he thought the camp was doomed when he saw their numbers, and he realized he wasn't ready to die. John had only recently been married, and still had many things he wanted to do, but he was here and had to deal with it and hope for the best. HRRUUUM!, Blared the war horn, which set in motion John and his comrades and in the confusion of running John lost sight of Sam, but there was nothing he could do for his friend, but hope he wasn't trampled. The march turned into a large shoving match as the two armies collided and soon the field was full of screams of pain and the clanking of swords.
John shoved his way through the crowd until he arrived at the chaotic front lines, when to his right a large man wearing the mason colors of red and black under his heavy linked mail armor ran at full speed in his direction, raising his sword. John quickly prairied his sword strike, but the spine rattling vibration knocked Johns sword from his grip, and the bloodthirsty mason took that moment to send John to the ground with a ferocious slice across the leg, where John passed out. Hours later John woke to the foul stench of death and decay and the throbbing pain in his leg. John raised up to survey the scene. There was nothing but hundreds of dead men and they were mostly his comrades. In an instant John was filled with fear and grief, he wondered if his friend lay among the disgusting field of dead men and wondered when the mason fighters would notice him sitting there and thrust a sword through his chest like he was a mere animal. Nobody came to execute him though, they had all apparently moved on after their victory, so John tried climbing up off the ground but his injured leg just painfully collapsed under him, so he crawled.
John managed to crawl all the way to camp, but he could not bear to go any further so he lay there, staring up at the scorching afternoon sun when he heard something rustle. He did not even get a chance to look before a large man leapt on him, shoving a dagger to his throat; John noticed this man had short brown hair and a goatee. “John?” said the man “I thought you were dead!, and your leg friend, let me go get a bandage for that!”. John had gotten a spark of hope, for he realized the man was Sam. Sam bandaged John’s leg and they decided to travel to the main camp and warn the main camp of the defense camps destruction. The odds were not in Sam and Johns favor however. They would both have to travel through the thick forest in order to keep clear of the advancing mason army.
They both lay by a fire looking up past the tree tops at the beautiful stars after a long day of hiking, in which Sam had to carry John when his leg gave out. John looked over at his friend from across the fire and said “so Sam how did you make it through that mess back there?” Sam studied John for a moment and said “I saw the size of that army John and I’m not going to lie, I got scared, so like a coward I ran back to camp and hid, but I’m alive aren't I? Those who were brave aren’t” and after that John could not think of a good reply so the both simply went to sleep. The next morning they woke to the wonderful sounds of singing birds and the slits of sunlight beaming through the tree tops beaming down warmly onto their faces. They both set off once again into the thick woods with John stumbling along on his bad leg until they arrived upon a ruin. This ruin was nothing but a pile of white stones and a fallen, white, mossy pillar, which appeared to have once been some sort of shrine. Sitting on top of the fallen pillar were three men wearing a tunic and breeches with the mason colors upon them and a hauberk, they appeared to be scouts, and one of them appeared to be a archer. Sam signaled john to kill the man on the left while he slowly crept up to the man on the right and when in position Sam signaled to strike. John thrust his sword through the back of the man's skull and yanked it out with a hard jerk, but in front of John was the archer and he was fumbling around at his waist for a arrow to shoot at John, but before the man could draw it sam leapt on him from behind the pillar and thrust his dagger into his throat and holding him until his life drained away.
John took the archers long bow, which appeared to be made from yew, and his arrows. He had always been good with a bow, but for whatever reason the captain had not assigned him to be a archer. The two of them traveled onward for three days until finally, they arrived at the main camp, where they were approached by the two men whose job it was to protect the perimeter and these men lead them to the general who they told about the defeat in the defense camp and a day later they moved the camp and rallied all their forces together and defeated the army, sending Thomas and his surviving men into the forest, where no doubt he would build his army back up and march again.