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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: War & Peace
- Published: 08/13/2018
The Bloody Battle
A bleak coal sky enveloped the horizon. Like a hypnotist’s cloak (conjuring a spell against a daunting warlord), the distressed atmosphere encircled the throne. Like a supernatural tunnel into the heavens, beams of daffodil light encroached upon the midnight skyline.
Like heroic soldiers, standing to attention, the sedate mountains waited in anticipation. Emanating fire light, the crack of dawn sent shock-waves across the mountain’s coarse surface.
Abruptly, the delicate (but harsh) bird of prey swooped away from the mountain’s ravenous glare. Wings of steel pummelled against the witching hour. Hovering mesmerizingly, the powerful bird began its descent, towards the mustard glow.
Burly (and barbaric) barbarians positioned themselves like arrows poised for flight. A blurry haze of silver and flint glimmers glinted against the jet black upper atmosphere. Javelins raised. Javelins primed. Javelins elevated. Piercing the innocent territory, war was imminent.
Aggressively, the brutal warlord hollered fiercely at his battalions, a battle cry to rally his raucous troops. Bloodthirsty, the uncultured commander surveyed the barren ground, his glistening armour stained with crimson blood. Reared for attack, like a metallic stag, two sharpened horns protruded from his helmet.
At the helm of the battle-line, a singular veteran barked, eager for blood and outcry. Around his caramel belt (aged with time) slotted metallic discs of mass destruction. With a final cry of hate, he surged forward, in preconception of first blood.
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