The War
The ground shook beneath the thundering hooves of the charging cavalry as they surged towards the enemy lines. The battle cries of the soldiers echoed across the field, their voices rising in a fierce and determined roar.
The two armies clashed in a violent frenzy of steel and flesh, swords ringing out as they struck each other in a dance of death. The air was thick with the smell of blood, sweat, and smoke as the fighting raged on.
At the front lines, the warriors fought with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. They swung their swords with practiced ease, cutting down their enemies with brutal efficiency. Shields shattered, armor clanged, and the ground grew slick with blood.
Amid the chaos, commanders shouted orders, urging their soldiers forward. The archers lost their arrows into the fray, trying to take out enemy soldiers from a distance. The cavalry charged back and forth, wanting to break through the enemy lines.
Amid the carnage, it was impossible to tell who was winning. The fighting seemed to go on forever, with no end in sight. It was a brutal, bloody, and exhausting affair, with no quarter given and no mercy shown.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, one army began to break. Their soldiers retreated, falling back in disarray. The victorious army surged forward, pursuing them relentlessly.
The sun was setting and the dust had finally cleared on the battlefield, and the sound of clanging swords and screams of the wounded had finally ceased. Caldoria had won another battle against the Mythrians, and their kingdom would soon be under King Aric’s rule. His soldiers marched in unison behind him, their armour clanking with each step.
They are stopped by a woman’s piercing scream and the king’s general, Sir Cedric, rode up to him. “Your Highness, we have captured a Mythrian witch. She awaits your judgment” he said with a grim expression.
King Aric nodded. “Bring her to the palace. I want to see the face of our enemy before she meets her end.”
“Yes, Your Highness” He bows, turned around and gave the command to bring her over.
The King is welcomed into the castle gates with joyous singing and dancing by the courtiers. They had form dance groups and each group echoed praises to the king.
The witch was brought into the palace caged but she showed no concern to it, she muttered incantations and vibrated viciously alarming the guards around her. A guard who had seen this and feared his life rushed to the general reporting her behaviour.
“Bring her before the King for judgement!” He ordered.
The witch is presented before the king, her hands bound tightly behind her back. She was a striking woman, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. The king studied her for a moment before speaking.
“You have been found guilty of aiding the enemy and practicing witchcraft. Do you have any last words before your sentence is carried out?” he asked, his voice cold and authoritative.
The witch simply smiled and began chanting the same incantation under her breath. Sir Cedric grew impatient and stepped forward, his sword raised high.
“Enough of your sorcery, witch!” he bellowed, ready to strike her down.
But She simply laughed, “You can’t silence me. You can’t silence my power. I curse you, Cedric. You will die in the hands of a woman, with nothing but a kitchen knife and your King shall marry the one who kills him.”
The king raised an eyebrow and She smirked.
With those final words, the witch bit down on her own tongue and fell lifeless to the ground.
The king and his men exchanged uneasy glances, the air was tensed and some guards whispered doom before quickly picking up her lifeless body.
“Prepare the castle for a victory celebration” said the King as he leaves.
The king couldn’t shake the witch’s words from his mind but he had always been a man of war and had bravely faced the battle grounds victoriously, the thought of a mere woman threatening him made him laugh but now he must be weary of whom to love.
“Your Highness, do not take what that witch had said to heart, her powers are useless in the grave.” Sir Cedric said with overwhelming pride.
“That woman is the least of my troubles, tomorrow I shall have a meeting with the Ariathes on border control. It is you I worry about” The King laughs.
“Your Majesty, why make fun of me? I am sure I can survive a kitchen knife” Sir Cedric replies as he waves his sword around. “I have survived a sword, an arrow and even a boulder thrown at me and yet she dares threaten me with a kitchen knife?”
“Didn’t you say her powers were useless with her in a grave? You seem more worried about the kitchen knife than I had expected.” The King Smirked at him.
“My King, the kitchen Knife is an insult to my rank, I see her plan was to belittle me in front of the soldiers” Sir Cedric argues.
“Cedric, prepare a room for me, I shall take a wife at the party.” The King said with determination.
“My King, you do not have to wait for the party, speak a word and I shall bring you the fairest maiden in the whole kingdom” Sir Cedric assures him.
“No, I want to pick one myself, invite all the dukes and their daughters.” He leaves for the courtroom.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
