Writing Glory Banner

[DragonBlood]

The Glory Banner:


The sun rises on a dusty blood soaked horizon, bodies litter the ground, hundrids upon thousands of dead souls, men and elves, goblens and trolls. The survivors are scattered through out the field, a united army they still are, but disoriented, mourning the loss of there leaders and breatheren. A sharp pearcing sound echoed from the east, a loan horse and rider galloped forth as if a harald of the sun...The souls of thoughs who died that night rose from there lifeless bodies, to join with the galloping figure, the survivors looked on silently.

From the West another rider is seen, a soldier, in his hands is a banner, blue and silver a rose and sword crossed in the center. Calling out to his fellows, "Rally rally! Men of Algerinor, men of The Realm! Rally to me!" Slowly they came, in groups of two and three, to here what this rider was to say, "Stand my breatheren, stand now stronger than befor, our fallen kindred go now to fight still for the cause of good!" The souls of the departed had gathered around the rider from the East, mistforms of there former selves, "Mourn not the dead for we are all but passers by to this world and will soon join them to fight out battles in the world after, but now we must fight for thoughs who live still, the battle is not over for a new doom hath come over the world!"

The survivors looked at the man who spoke, what doom could be greater than that which they had just defeated at the cost of so many lives. "That which once only they could fight," the rider motioned toward the retreating souls, "has come to the world. The lord of the damned has stolen the body and soul of Balis! We have won this battle, only to be faced with a greater doom. So Rally I say! Rally to me men of Algerinor, men of the Realm, so that we may fight this doom so long as our bodies will stand against him!" With a cheer and a last look to the East the men gathered together sword and spear, and mounted horse and formed rank. There journy would be long, and hard and the battles they would fight would be harsh, but if they were to meet this doom of men, they would meet him on the field of battle under the Glory Banner!


Well Tell me what you think, it is the prologe for a story I am writing, accually a sequal, (the first story I am also wrighting at the moment. hehe) If you have comments suggestions question or wish to help you can post here, or PM me.