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IMEARLY DRAWS HIS NEW SWORD AND PREPARES FOR BATTLE.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005 8:15:26 PM

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As long as you are willing to vote, I will be willing to write.

Don't bother correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes that I will make.

Remember, humor is always a bonus.




ImEarly looked down to the sheath he was recently given. The hilt of the sword held within its walls called to him.
“I will stay and fight.” He said to the lead horseman, beads of sweat began to build upon his forehead as the horseman who would stay and fight slowly guided their horses around to face the enemy whose cloud of dust specked the horizon, threatening torment, suffering and death.

ImEarly looked closely at his new companions, most looked too old for battle. They looked like poor farmers, vagabonds…peasants. What were these men doing out here, their armor was dented and misshapen, their eyes dull. The men guided their horses around ImEarly and Dagon. The lead horseman glanced around to them. “Stay behind us at all times, and don’t enter the battle unless you have no choice.” He turned and resumed his position at the head of the formation.
“What was that all about?” ImEarly asked.
With a slight frown, Dagon replied. “Odeon is the Marshall of our region. He’s just rewarding our youthful courage with an opportunity to flee unseen.” Dagon shuffled a little in his saddle, and smiled. “I have no intention to run.”
ImEarly wasn’t sure about himself.
Dagon guided his horse behind the others and ImEarly maneuvered beside him.
With a raised arm, Marshall Odeon controlled the masses, he swiftly threw it forward and they immediately charged the looming shadow of death.

The sun was close to setting, and the enemy they approached grew closer and ever more enigmatic. The pacing horsemen were silent, all the horses but ImEarly’s grew apprehensive. They slowed their pace and it seemed as if they were positioning themselves closer to ImEarly. The horsemen fought to keep them in formation, but they would not obey their masters, they were somehow drawn to ImEarly.
It took the enemy little time to grow close, the horses neighed and the horsemen drew their swords.
A small salvo of arrows pierced the night and fell one of the horses, it threw its rider several feet before it, but ImEarly never saw him hit the ground. They quickened the horses again, determined to take the fight to them.
“Ready, men!” Shouted Odeon.

ImEarly obeyed the Marshall’s order and drew his own sword. His pulse quickened and his breathing was measured. He knew that if he wasn’t careful that he would die here, on an unknown field, in an unknown world. He didn’t like that he was alone and confused… but that was forgotten.
ImEarly had seen the enemy.

He had read of them in books, seen them on the television and in movies. He’d seen them in magazines.

He had one on his desktop.

A dragon, no dragons, slightly larger then the horses they rode upon, their nostrils aflame, their confidence infallible. Four sharp talons attached to two hooves below massive legs, their armored flesh as crimson as the dusk surrounding them. Atop the creatures were men in heavy armor, large bows upon their backs, murder in their eyes. A war cry issued from the horsemen and the charge turned into a suicidal flood of horse and man flesh. The two rushing hordes collided and the blood began to fall, Odeon immediately attacked the neck of the closest wyvern. It collapsed as his blade bit deep into its neck.
“There is no armor there!” Dagon shouted. He then guided his horse deeper into the fray, unafraid and ready to do battle.
ImEarly sat there silent and watchful. The horsemen before him were heavily engaged in the battle and outnumbered the enemy three to one. The wyvern riders didn’t attempt to stop the horsemen’s attacks, and they fell one and two at a time. ImEarly inspected one of the wyvern riders more closely and could see that he carried no sword. The bows on their backs appeared to be their only weapons.

All at once, as if a hidden signal had passed between the wyverns, they began their attack.
Mighty bellows

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