AN: Wanna know the best time to make life-changing decisions?
3 A.M.
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Rolants' POV
Lies, lies, lies.
Everywhere she goes, she lies. To herself. To us. To anyone around her.
When, when will she finally tell the truth?
I am having a hard time figuring her out. All my life, I was surrounded by morality and light. Now that I have seen more, I am beginning to doubt the fathers' words.
All man is equal? Everyone should be given a chance? If you do good, good will come to you?
Bullshit.
I got down in the mud, and I wallowed in my own naievete. I dragged my brothers down, and doomed them t a life of crime because of my stupid morals.
There are some people in this world or shouldn't be given forgiveness. Some people are just dirt. I can think of one time where my morals brought good fortune. And that is when I first met her. Shess, the girl who's skin is like ice. She offered to sell herself. She talks of death as if he is a close relative. She knows more of the world than I, a man twice her age. Her eyes...if I look closely, they are dead. Lifeless. Hopeless. Uncaring. Drive less. As if dying or killing wouldn't matter either way.
When I think of what must have been done to make her like that...
I feel my teeth grind together.
Some people, like dirt, just need to be stepped on. I hope they make a crunching sound.
I grinned.
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When I arrived at the east gate I had to frown.
Men and women in sloppy brown clothing and lazing about, playing cards and dice. There seemed to be no order, and no leader. Weapons were lain strewn about haphazerdly, with no care as to where they lay.
These...these are the people I am fighting with?
Don't give me that shit.
Walking up to the nearest man, I easily heft him by the collar. He at first reacts with anger, but when he sees the bulging muscles and my anger, he dos a quick 180.
"U-um, please don't hurt me?"
"Tell me one thing."
"W-what do you want to know?"
"How many enemies are we dealing with?"
He hurriedly begins explaining, babbling and seeming to forget to breathe. "W-well, from initial estimates, there seem to be some five-six thousand men and beasts in the Pranad army, Roughly three-fourths of them are gathered around the west gate, while the remaining forces have deployed toward the north and south gates."
I couldn't move.
"So, you're saying that few, if any, enemies will come here?"
He nodded vigorously. So this is why they seem to be so bad. Obviously, they were here only in case one or two people tried to sneak in here. Their only purpose was to serve against an unlikely eventuality. So, their relaxed manner seemed to be justified.
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But, justified or not, it still pissed me off.
Letting the man drop to the ground, I yelled in a carrying voice "Oi! Who's in charge here?"
A timid man in his fifties came forward, a red badge with some sort of bird on it on his shirt. "Um, that would be me. I'm Ferrus, the watch captain."
Taking a step forward, I speak intensely.
"Do you know what is outside those walls?"
He nodded.
"And do you, by any chance, know who is going to fight against it?"
"I believe the Griffin Knights are at the west gate, accompanied by the temple acolytes."
I nodded. "That's good. Then, I guess it will be alright. Perhaps she will be okay...
Looking across the whole city, I thought perhaps I could see smoke.
What a strange smoke...it seems to move on its' own...
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Joels' POV
Fuck my life.
Seriously, take my life's tight, virgin pussy, and fuck it.
Goddamn dragons. God. Damn. Dragons.
Sure, these guys can call em "wyrverns" or some shit, but I ain't ever heard another way of calling flying lizards. Fuckin' dragons.
They would swoop down out of nowhere and pluck up one of the archers-who should weigh a ton with all that armor on- and fly away, then drop them. And we got to listen to every. Fucking. Scream.
The archers shot arrows into the air, for all the good it did. I myself had tried slinging a stone at birds, and never accomplished even a near-hit. To actually pierce one of these heavily-armored flying death machines while they were going about fifty miles an hour, would take more skill than simple mortals could have.
Never the less, I guess doing something helped distract them from the goddamn flying lizards.
And then, things got even better!
The dragons would land for a second, and fully-plated knights would step off and take out their battleaxes and great swords, then go to work cutting up the so-called "over equipped" soldiers. The knight had started issuing orders, cutting through the screams and cries, bringing order. With his command, the individual knights were toppled and brutally killed. However, a new problem asserted itself.
A regular booming came from the gate, like the sound of large knocks. So, let's take a recap, shall we?
(1)Knights coming from the sky.
(2)A bunch of nasty people waiting on the other side of the gate.
(3)God. Damn. Flying lizards.
You know what?
Fuck my life's asshole too!
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AN: I know this chap ain't quite what you guys are looking for, but believe me.
Next chaps gonna be "Gorytastic."
by that I mean a bunch O fools gonna die. Gruesomely.
Teehee!