Sci's Datapad

The wind kicked up. The small, golden banner flapped fearfully in the wind, anxious over what awaited the spear it was attached to. As the sun fell in brilliant autumn colors, the world was illuminated in a vibrant aura. Darkness impended. The blood-thirst of the swords had stilled for but a moment to honor the solemn fading of the blue sky into red - white sun into orange. Tumult was to follow. The horses snorted their last breaths of battle bereft air. The wind gave out with a final pulse and fluttered into the distance. Fell deeds would follow. Then the noble riders, on the edge of the night, peered down into the darkness. Glittering armor they could see and foul speech reached their ears - the clanking of metal implements as the darkness deepened. Then the bravest among the riders of light stepped forth from his band. His mail shirt of interwoven rings shone golden in the dusk-light. In battle-bold words he spoke. "Times of darkness have fallen on our homes! I see despair in your hearts, for it is in mine also. Long wave we seen this battle coming. Long have we strode towards it in heart-heavy grief for the circumstances of the end of days. For this is the last of your life days! The enemy must be slain! For the price of defeat is too great! Ride now! Embolden your hearts! Be bold under helm! For this is the end! Make known to them strength of the men of Rhömir! Make known to them your grief! Use your despair and turn it to battle-fury! Forge in their hearts the fear of your blade!" The hero then raised his mighty spear. "For this is the end of days! For glory! For wrath! For ruin! For vengeance! For a red sun's rising!" The brave warrior's war-horse rose up on its hind haunches and let loose with a neigh from deep within its breast, as the warrior spewed war-words with all his might, raising his spear on each surging of the word, "Death! Death!" And on the final utterance of doom the war-band said together with all hope lost and all dark thoughts giving power to their fury in fierceness of heart, "DEATH!" And thus they descended the hill, with sun's dim light failing behind them, galloping with all haste down into the dark of the enemy's forest of spears.