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Sunday, September 10, 2006
Part 2
Although there were few comments on part one of my story, I will continue posting it at least until I complete chapter I.
If nobody finds it interesting by then, I'll have to find another way to improve my site.
I am still posting my fan art for you.
Before I start, I will only say that I tried to write the names as they are pronounced in English and not as they are originally written in Bosnian.
Well, here goes:
Chapter I (Part 2)
Morning light almost could not break trough the thick black clouds that overcasted Evening Light that day. Jelil woke up earlier than usual. He was too discomposed to sleep. Pale morning light was barely enough to reflect a great number of tired people, tensed with expectation. It was expected that the army of Ilderin will arrive before the evening. Seeing the condition of the courier, sent because all not at the precise frequencies radio-communication was blocked by Ilderins, and from his report, nothing good was to be expected. The youngest children were put away to the safest place in town, if any place can be called safe in a situation like this. Evening Light lies at the peninsula so that the greatest danger lied at the east because all citizens of Evening Light were good sailors and would better handle battle at sea than at land. All who could hold the arms started preparing for the defense. Still, there were few of them; too few. Jelil glanced at the armed men, women and children. There was almost not a real soldier there. All of them died in the first week of brake in the Adems' defenses trying to stop the advance of Ilderins. All the cadets over 20 years of age also went and never returned. He wanted to go with them. He wanted to help. He was the best of the cadets. But, he turned 20 only three days ago. He felt bitterness thinking that the only chance for him to do something in this war came at the moment like this, where there was no hope that the conquerors can be stopped. It could be seen at the tired faces of others that this opinion was not his alone. There was no way out; no possibility of escape. The way east was blocked long ago, and even a sea was supervised by the Ilderins' forces. Even if they had escaped, where would they go, what would they achieve, how long would they be safe before running again? No. It was clear to everyone that there was only one way. To stay and to fight. To fight until the last breath, give everything one has to protect the only thing still worth protecting - life, of one self and of one's children.
The day was passing slowly. Jelil toured the defense locations and informed Abas, an old crippled soldier of bright mind and great experience. Jelil was his messenger, his hands and legs wherever there was a need to go and wherever help was needed to set the lines of defense. He loved and respected that old man, who was a superior and a friend of his father many years ago. In this moment he regretted that his father was not by his side. An experienced general, like his father was, would add considerably to their defense. But, there was no time to think about it. The time is slowly passing by and the army of Ilderins is coming closer and closer. It seemed that even the sun escaped from the coming threat. Gloaming weather only added to the already dark atmosphere.
The defense was set in several lines. Soldiers in the first lines were equipped with protective shields, insufficient for everyone. They were oldest among the citizens left in the city and most experienced in handling weapons, as well as all those who ever attended military school, no matter the age. The other line was formed by less protected and less experienced men in trenches, as well as women and younger citizens. In the city, the barricades set on the roads were meant to slow movements of the enemy through the city, if they make it in, and there was a great possibility that that will be the case. The youngest citizens were there, all who could hold a weapon, as well as those who were too old to be sent on lines, above all to be encouragement and support to the children. All owners of bigger ships have formed the defense at sea with the support of all those who were at least a little bit more experienced sailors.
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