A Passage
Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:32 am
An excerpt from an unknown. Written by me.
The castle, tall and impenetrable sat on the edge of a rock just overlooking the ocean. None could be heard save the gentle lapse of ice edged waves smashing against the sharp edged rocks. The thick darkness enveloped the shoreline, causing the hooded rider to slow his horse to a trot. Then after a couple of feet, the rider pulled on the reins of the horse and slowed to a stop. Just in front of the rider was the castle. However, the rider did not lead his horse up the the stone causeway. He turned his horse around and his eyes scanned the ominous forest.
"YAH!" he cried and his horse galloped at full speed on a road running along the shoreline. His horse was fast, but just out of the trees came two more riders, also galloping at full speed. The storm just over their area was dumping heavy rain upon them as if all the water of the ocean was in the clouds. The first man did not hesitate at all. He unsheathed his curved sword, and put his shield over his back, but still kept galloping at full speed.
The two perusing riders each drew their swords, and charged at their fastest speed on their black horses. Their horses were faster than that of the lone rider, but he was by far the more skilled swordsman. The moment they caught up with the hooded rider, he whirled his sword through the air, and knocked theirs onto the wet ground. As soon as each rider was weaponless, he continued on in a slower gallop, but still hastily.
Slowly, the heavy rain came down to light droplets, and settled to a drizzle. The gates of the northern wall were just over the rolling hills. His mission was almost complete.
P.I
The castle, tall and impenetrable sat on the edge of a rock just overlooking the ocean. None could be heard save the gentle lapse of ice edged waves smashing against the sharp edged rocks. The thick darkness enveloped the shoreline, causing the hooded rider to slow his horse to a trot. Then after a couple of feet, the rider pulled on the reins of the horse and slowed to a stop. Just in front of the rider was the castle. However, the rider did not lead his horse up the the stone causeway. He turned his horse around and his eyes scanned the ominous forest.
"YAH!" he cried and his horse galloped at full speed on a road running along the shoreline. His horse was fast, but just out of the trees came two more riders, also galloping at full speed. The storm just over their area was dumping heavy rain upon them as if all the water of the ocean was in the clouds. The first man did not hesitate at all. He unsheathed his curved sword, and put his shield over his back, but still kept galloping at full speed.
The two perusing riders each drew their swords, and charged at their fastest speed on their black horses. Their horses were faster than that of the lone rider, but he was by far the more skilled swordsman. The moment they caught up with the hooded rider, he whirled his sword through the air, and knocked theirs onto the wet ground. As soon as each rider was weaponless, he continued on in a slower gallop, but still hastily.
Slowly, the heavy rain came down to light droplets, and settled to a drizzle. The gates of the northern wall were just over the rolling hills. His mission was almost complete.
P.I