Da_Dude
05-23-2005, 07:49 PM
Farewell Brother
It was cold that night. The icy air pierced through the thickest leather cloak. Stephan trudged through the thick, white snow. He huddled his cloak tighter to his body.
He hadn’t been in this part of Britain for a long time. He watched as his breath appeared as a soft mist in front of his face. It swirled around his head like smoke. Not much further now.
He stopped by an old abandoned church. If you could even still call it a church. It was nothing more than rubble now. A fire long put out blackened the gray stone. Weeds and brush now over ran what remained of a wall.
Stephan stopped and looked at what was left of an old stained glass window. It had once showed the image of David slaying Goliath. But no longer, it was now scorched and shattered. What was left of it was reflecting the small amount of light onto the white snow making it look red, like blood freshly spilled on the snow….
This place held so many memories for him. He wiped a tear away from his eye and continued forward through the freezing snow. He continued walking until he reached the outskirts of a small forest.
It was just as he left it, freezing and bare. The trees were cold and silent, haunting even as they stood there without their leaves.
Stephan walked just a bit further until he came to a specific tree. It was an old oak as ancient as the forest itself. He pulled out his sword and began to clear the snow away from the base of the tree.
He stopped when he uncovered a small stone cross. He stroked it lovingly. He then just sat there for a moment. He looked blankly at the small cross. His eyes watered as he stared deeply at the cross.
Then he took out a small sword that was concealed beneath his cloak. Wrapped around the sheath was a medallion with a small silver coin, which had a cross engraved on it dangling from the chain.
Stephan unsheathed the small sword. It was an aged blade dulled and partly rusted. Then he jabbed the blade in to the ground behind the stone cross and gently placed the medallion around the handle. It blew in the wind, hitting the metal blade of the sword making a faint chiming sound.
He stroked the stone cross one last time before he stood. Stephan looked down at the humble grave and quietly whispered, “Farewell, Brother….”
Hope you enjoyed it. I am currently writing a book that is of fanstasy genre but has a more gritty starcraft feel to it only it just invovles the tradtional fantasy races and only one planet. Look forward to the feedback
It was cold that night. The icy air pierced through the thickest leather cloak. Stephan trudged through the thick, white snow. He huddled his cloak tighter to his body.
He hadn’t been in this part of Britain for a long time. He watched as his breath appeared as a soft mist in front of his face. It swirled around his head like smoke. Not much further now.
He stopped by an old abandoned church. If you could even still call it a church. It was nothing more than rubble now. A fire long put out blackened the gray stone. Weeds and brush now over ran what remained of a wall.
Stephan stopped and looked at what was left of an old stained glass window. It had once showed the image of David slaying Goliath. But no longer, it was now scorched and shattered. What was left of it was reflecting the small amount of light onto the white snow making it look red, like blood freshly spilled on the snow….
This place held so many memories for him. He wiped a tear away from his eye and continued forward through the freezing snow. He continued walking until he reached the outskirts of a small forest.
It was just as he left it, freezing and bare. The trees were cold and silent, haunting even as they stood there without their leaves.
Stephan walked just a bit further until he came to a specific tree. It was an old oak as ancient as the forest itself. He pulled out his sword and began to clear the snow away from the base of the tree.
He stopped when he uncovered a small stone cross. He stroked it lovingly. He then just sat there for a moment. He looked blankly at the small cross. His eyes watered as he stared deeply at the cross.
Then he took out a small sword that was concealed beneath his cloak. Wrapped around the sheath was a medallion with a small silver coin, which had a cross engraved on it dangling from the chain.
Stephan unsheathed the small sword. It was an aged blade dulled and partly rusted. Then he jabbed the blade in to the ground behind the stone cross and gently placed the medallion around the handle. It blew in the wind, hitting the metal blade of the sword making a faint chiming sound.
He stroked the stone cross one last time before he stood. Stephan looked down at the humble grave and quietly whispered, “Farewell, Brother….”
Hope you enjoyed it. I am currently writing a book that is of fanstasy genre but has a more gritty starcraft feel to it only it just invovles the tradtional fantasy races and only one planet. Look forward to the feedback