Friday, February 15, 2008

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Aide's Untimely Demise "Dammit...." I cursed through gritted teeth. Random smears of green foilage streamed past, twigs and thorns scraping against my face every so often. I pressed closer still to my mount, the chestnut coloured horse, black mane entangled with brambles and mud, clumping together into one solid mass. I urged him onward still, but the dense forest hindered him from running any faster. I could hear various shouts surrounding me although I couldn't quite detect their origins. I clenched my teeth and bit my bottom lip in frustration. I could taste the metallic tang of bloode faintly on my tounge. The wind continued whipping my own matted, blonde hair behind me, stray strands of hair clinging to my sweaty forehead.I panted heavily purely out of excitement and fear. However, I refused to show any portrayals of my weaknesses, even if there was nobody to notice. My dignity was reason enough. An arrow darted directly in front of me, the feathered end tipped black. Startled, I lurhed backwards impulsively, causing my mount to rear backward, confused. I clung to the reigns, truly fearing for my life now. They now knew my exact location, as of before, they were randomly shooting in hopes nailing me. It was simply a matter of luck now....More unintelligable shouting...The horse fell back towards the ground, hooves falling heavily, snapping twigs that lay strewn about the thick undergrowth. I slitted my eyes, my heart beating fast, panic threaghtening to lay siege over my senses. I refused to let it happen. Surely then, death would welcome me openly. I kicked my mount harder, cursing the beast for openely giving away my positions. I urged him to the left, a slight pathway revealed behind the thick foilage. A few arrows grazed past, the same black-tipped feathers quavering uncertainly as they cut through the thick air, heavy with fog. The horse attempted a swift turn towards the left, only to stumble on some loose rocks, leaning dangerously close towards the ground. He stumbled uncertainly a bit more, giving my enemies all the time they needed to aim..and then fire. An arrow impaled itself into my exposed shoulder, sticking out vertically from my wound. The bloode was slowed somewhat with the sharp arrow-head still stuck in my flesh, but as I glanced over my shoulder, I could see the bloode spreading steadily across my dull, burgandy shaded attire. I let my arm fall limply to my side, already realizing it'd be no use to continue attempting to clench the reigns...it hurt far too much. I kicked my mount harder, wraping my free hand around the reigns for support. Another arrow shot into the air. This one managed to it me directly in the chest, making my vision slip out of focus, rending the world into nothing but a blurry, speeding mass of colour. I was ascending out of concioussnes, but I clung to the few remaining bits of concioussness that I possesed. The world was zooming past as the horse continued running at breakneck speed. Unaware, I felt myself relaxing my death-grip on the leather reigns. I was falling....If I let go now...I'd die. I felt my body sway to the side as the horse made a turn to the right. My left arm swung uselessly, wipped by brambles and thorns. The world was in slow motion....My body wouldn't obey my commands. I knew that if I didn't react soon,this would be it... Cursing myself for my weakness, I reachedfor the dregs of my conviction. ....Only to find it already spent....Unwillingly, I allowed the reigns to slip out of my grasp, sending me tumbling to the ground below. Like a doll, I fell limply, harmlessly. Apon my collision, my head was coushined by a solid boulder, petruding up from the ground naturaully. The bloode splattered against the gritty surface silentlly. I was already dead. --S.C. Umbi