original writing: Here It Comes
Hello all. Here is something I've written for writerverse, and it's the first bit of writing I've done in quite some time. Years. I'm posting it here, publicly, instead of at the community so I can save these things in my LJ. This challenge was to find a trope and run with it. At tvtropes.org, I selected 'Random Trope' and went with the first one: The War Sequence.
Title: Here It Comes
Word Count: 394
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): n/a
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): threat of violence
Summary: An army is coming to destroy the characters.
The various guards and scouts could hear the rumblings from over the ridge. They were hidden in the trees, the first line of defense against the oncoming horde. The Eroders knew their location, having tracked them for weeks, and having superior intelligence. At least, that’s what Cristoff believed. He’d seen the actions and words of the soldiers, commanders, and those above whom he marched with. He’d seen them make mistake after mistake, until here and now they were hiding in a small forest with a wide river at their backs. The monarchs had been reduced to looking almost exactly as the scouts did, dirty and thin, save for some better armor. They, however, huddled somewhere deep within the crowd, perhaps in a tent, perhaps near a fire, perhaps eating the last of the food. The only one of them who would get his hands dirty was Adrian, and now he had an infected, broken leg. The only reason he hadn’t been left behind was because of his status.
Cristoff thought to himself, “If I could find a way, I would leave these wretches and join the Eroders.” He meant to be with those who prevailed. The Embracers, for all their wisdom and kindness, were weak, and in their own way, just as selfish, greedy, and foolish. In the end, though, the Eroders would not trust or accept him. He looked at the ridge, waiting to see their army. He knew they would leave him here in the trees as much a splash of blood in the dirt.
There was a steady pounding now, with shouts and roars.
A rumor had been swirling that the Eroders had tamed some of the wildest ghouls and animals to be found. They had, after all, experimented with certain types of wizardry which the Embracers would not touch. Their charmers and conjurers could very well have twisted the minds of all manner of creature for their own purpose. The fear within Cristoff’s stomach and his heart could be felt, he wouldn’t deny it. He knew what was coming.
Soldiers pushed at their backs having heard the news from those scouts which delved into the trees to bring the news of the sounds over the ridge. They had their arrows and crossbows, their helms and their breastplates. Cristoff looked into their faces and saw what he knew was coming: death.
Title: Here It Comes
Word Count: 394
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): n/a
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): threat of violence
Summary: An army is coming to destroy the characters.
The various guards and scouts could hear the rumblings from over the ridge. They were hidden in the trees, the first line of defense against the oncoming horde. The Eroders knew their location, having tracked them for weeks, and having superior intelligence. At least, that’s what Cristoff believed. He’d seen the actions and words of the soldiers, commanders, and those above whom he marched with. He’d seen them make mistake after mistake, until here and now they were hiding in a small forest with a wide river at their backs. The monarchs had been reduced to looking almost exactly as the scouts did, dirty and thin, save for some better armor. They, however, huddled somewhere deep within the crowd, perhaps in a tent, perhaps near a fire, perhaps eating the last of the food. The only one of them who would get his hands dirty was Adrian, and now he had an infected, broken leg. The only reason he hadn’t been left behind was because of his status.
Cristoff thought to himself, “If I could find a way, I would leave these wretches and join the Eroders.” He meant to be with those who prevailed. The Embracers, for all their wisdom and kindness, were weak, and in their own way, just as selfish, greedy, and foolish. In the end, though, the Eroders would not trust or accept him. He looked at the ridge, waiting to see their army. He knew they would leave him here in the trees as much a splash of blood in the dirt.
There was a steady pounding now, with shouts and roars.
A rumor had been swirling that the Eroders had tamed some of the wildest ghouls and animals to be found. They had, after all, experimented with certain types of wizardry which the Embracers would not touch. Their charmers and conjurers could very well have twisted the minds of all manner of creature for their own purpose. The fear within Cristoff’s stomach and his heart could be felt, he wouldn’t deny it. He knew what was coming.
Soldiers pushed at their backs having heard the news from those scouts which delved into the trees to bring the news of the sounds over the ridge. They had their arrows and crossbows, their helms and their breastplates. Cristoff looked into their faces and saw what he knew was coming: death.