Fanfic: 10th man down...man?
Chapter: 10th man down ... man?
Hello!
The character descriptions will follow soon ^^
Since the song is called "10th man down", it must logically be 10 xD
but there are only 3 important charas and two more important charas, the others are at home in the village. here are only the names so that you know who we are talking about.
so, we would have ^^ 'I hate character descriptions xD but that had to be this time .... didn't want to bring the appearance of the charas too much into the story, because it's about something else. I was inspired by the song "10th man down" by nightwish (well, xD) it is a songfic, based on the song.
nya, I just came up with something like that ... xD don't think I'm brutal or crazy because I'm writing this ôo I just can't help it xD
if you don't like DEATH, you should NEVER READ this!
the story takes place in the middle ages. k. A. Why, but when I wrote that I had to think of king arthur xD and my darling in the film also has a role here xD Aamiel, who with the eagle xD actually I wanted to make it so that it is in the middle of summer , but since it snowed here today, I postponed it to winter, which of course also offers me new opportunities. ^^the lyrics are written in italics, so you will notice what is not from me.
one more thing ... I don't know how I came up with it, but:
all thoughts and spoken texts of the charas are written in english. (don't be afraid, but it's not difficult if even I can manage it xD)
legend: "blabla" - speak
// think // - think
nya, then I don't want to torture you any longer (schaaaaade * fg *) and now it starts ^^ have fun:
10TH MAN DOWN ... MAN?
* Flashback *
The howling wind carried the snowflakes across the battlefield. It seemed to be a real hurricane. But nobody cared because everyone was too busy trying to get the opponents out of the way. Creaking trees bent to the force of the wind and bent in all directions. The tips of the blades of grass peeked out from under the blanket of snow. But now they were no longer green, but red; soaked in the blood of soldiers and peasants.
Cut me free, bleed with me, oh noOne by one, we will fall, down down
Pull the plug, end the pain, run n fight for life
Hold on tight, this ain't my fight
Clashing swords that were hurled from the hand of the leader, swords and daggers that were drilled through the trembling bodies of the common people, the whining, the men lying on the ground and pleading for their lives (which in the end was not paid for). Kalia could hear and see all of this.
But she was engrossed in her struggle with a strongly built man who did not make it easy for her.
* Flashback end *
An empty field. The snow is almost gone - blown away by the wind of death, melted by the sun of hate.
There she stood alone, looking around. Nobody lived anymore. The square was littered with the corpses of the peasants who had fought for their land and their rights.
// An unfiar fight ... // thought Kalia. // They were only 100 farmers ... against 500 soldiers. // She bowed her head and continued to think. // And where, the hell, are Damion, Huke, Aaamiel and Tylor?//
However, the fact that she was standing alone in the field did not make her feel any victory. She walked restlessly across the field, being careful not to step into a torn body. "Damion!" She shouted, looking carefully around the floor. “Huke! Tylor!” She went faster and faster. // I hope that you're still alive ... // An uneasy feeling spread through her stomach. She quickened her pace even more. Now she was almost running. “Aamiel!” The only one of the names she hadn't called yet. But again she received no answer. The dead couldn't tell her where they were anyway. Except she was dead herself, of course, but she didn't want to think about that.
Breathing heavily, she stopped and remembered the first time she had met ten. The same day she killed the first time ...
* Flashback *
[i]Today I killed, he was just a boy
Eight before him, I knew them all
In the fields a dying oath:
I´d kill them all to save my ownA lonely girl was standing in the middle of a meadow. She had a sword in her hand and there was blood on it. Eight men and a boy are walking in the meadow, at certain intervals, away from each other. The girl stared with fearful eyes at the ten figures slowly approaching her. They looked big and scary to the 14-year-old girl. Would she have to kill these figures like the other men and the boy? She raised her sword and was ready for anything.
The figures came closer and closer to her and now she could see that they were ten young men who looked like simple farmers and folk people. But they all wore a sword and some kind of armor. Not like the great fighters, the soldiers she knew, but a helmet and some protective clothing.
The images blurred before her eyes and she smelled the blood of her numerous wounds. She pinched them together to get a clear view again. But the sharpness that had been regained did not last long.Again the figures blurred before her eyes and she could only make out vague outlines.
Suddenly everything went black and she could no longer stand on her feet. // It's over ... //, she thought before sinking into the darkness and falling hard on the floor.
* Flashback end *
// They cared for me ... // Tears welled up in her eyes, but she wiped them away because she knew that crying was no good. After all, she wasn't the little girl she used to be and had to look after herself.
Suddenly she heard a croak. She whirled around because she knew that sound. Kalia jumped over a couple of dead men. Then she saw him, so she was not mistaken. Makkim, Aamiel's eagle, was enthroned on a dead body. Again an uncomfortable feeling spread through her ... and that was justified. Carefully she knelt down to the bird and stroked its feathers. "Where's Aamiel?" She asked him. Makkim always knew where his philanthropist was and he was always close by.The brown eagle did not budge. "No ...", she breathed, because she could guess what that meant. The bird uttered a scream that made Kalia's blood run in her veins. Slowly she lowered her gaze and looked at the body in front of her on which Makkim was sitting. //Aamiel...// Again tears came into her green eyes, but this time she didn't wipe them away. She was sure that this dead man had to be Aamiel. She couldn't recognize him through the mud, snow and blood, but she just knew ... The tears streamed down her cheeks; she closed her eyes. But that didn't stop them from dripping down her eyelashes either. Makkim huddled against his friend's lifeless body and would not leave his side until he stirred again. But that wouldn't happen.
Kalia had told him that he'd better stay at home in the village. She remembered the moment they left.* Flashback *
Kalia knocked carefully on the door.
"Come in."
She opened the creaky door and stepped into the dimly lit room where her ten friends were already sitting. Everyone was gloomy and seemed to be thinking hard about something. Kalia entered and closed the door behind her. Timidly she stepped up to the others and looked at them one by one.
Her gaze caught on Damion, who looked calm.
"You're afraid, right?" She asked the ten. Almost everyone answered with a silent nod, the others weren't even able to.
"You don't have to be afraid.", She smiled. "We'll win."
She looked at them again in turn.
"Huke ... Tylor ... Aamiel ... Damion ..." She then turned her head to the right and looked at the other six. "Lan ... Dark ... Samilio ... Phil ... Meras ... Paul."
"With you by my side ... I can win. And also you."
At that moment the old fire of courage flickered in her eyes.
"But ..." she said before either of them got her wrong."It'll go only fife of us"
Everyone looked at her in amazement. "Why?" Asked everyone in unison.
"Six should stay here and protect the village," she explained.
After a long discussion, they finally came to a solution. Damion, Huke, Aamiel, Tylor, and Kalia would go. Each of the chosen ones insisted on taking the two youngest Aamiel and Huke with them, even if Kalia was not very happy.
After the conversation they all left Damion's hut and only he and Kalia stayed inside. She just had to talk to him. Reluctantly, she approached him and looked at him. "Damion ... there's something I have to say, before we'll go to fight for our lives and our honor."
He looked at her in surprise and his heart skipped. Yes, what she said wasn't what he'd hoped for.
[i]"Deliver me from this war, it's not for me it's because of you. Devil's instant my eternity. Obey to kill to save yourself ..."
Nodding silently, he looked at her sadly.Kalia turned and left the hut. After all, they would have to go to battle tomorrow morning.
* Flashback end *
Still sad she looked at him. // If only he had stayed at home ... //
What about the others? Were they dead too? She narrowed her eyes at the idea.
* Flashback *
"This is our moment.", Kalia whispered to the others. They had all put on their combat clothing and armor, helmets ... and were standing in front of the village gate. The village had long been occupied by the "Lord of Darkness" (as the villagers called Manuel Dermont). He was the cruellest and most feared man far and wide. He had no compassion and his methods of killing people were just terrible and repulsive. And it was precisely against his soldiers that they should fight. "For our honor ...", Kalia called to the assembled residents. "FIGHT!" They all replied in chorus and a tremendous will lay in their voices. "For our pride ...", she called even louder so that all residents could hear her. "FIGHT!"The loudest shouted her six friends who would stay in the village." For our freedom! ", she called at the end and the village gate opened. With a loud roar from the crowd behind their necks, the five ran to face the fight. They ran ahead, 100 peasants and common people ran after them ... into a fight, The