This was an old, spur of the moment quick story thingy that I recently rediscovered (pretty much like an hour ago lol) that I wrote a little over two years ago. It's a pretty rough and I plan to re write a ton of it but I actually kinda liked the way it is. Anyway, enjoy.

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Night has fallen, leaving only the pale glow of the moon to illuminate the lands. A hilltop decorated in swords, where battle after battle has been fought. Blood stains the ground, shining eerily in the moonlight. At the very apex of the hill, a flash of light as steel greets steel. Loud clangs of metal echo through the isolated countryside as two soldiers continue the fight even as the light grows dimmer and the air grows frigid. One man, dressed in light leathers wielding a single longsword in a bloodstained hand. Solid white hair flows from his head with azure blue eyes staring beneath it. The other, more heavily armored in maille and holding a sheild nearly as tall as himself in one hand and a sword in the other. His features obscured by the encroaching shadows. Leaving only streaks of short blonde hair as he moves and deflects the incoming blows.

"Dammit!" The silver-haired man exclaimed as he jumped back to gather his thoughts. "What is it that drives you to fight so fiercly?!"

The blonde-haired man didnt respond, he merely rose his sheild and cautiously walked towards his foe.

"Is Her Eminence truely worth all of this death?" Silver questioned as he pointed his sword to a fallen comrade, slain in battle hours before. His body already rotting as insects use his corpse for sustenance. "This is but a child, hardly even a man yet and you're alright with this?"

"Traitors and heretics must be slain, be it man, woman or child. All are deserving before the Holy Mother." Blonde responded coldly

"You can't honestly believe such trash!" Silver yelled yet again, swinging his sword through the air. "We grew up together, we know eachother better then we even know ourselves!" He paused as if to contemplate his next words. "How can you believe everything she says after what she did to Mother and Father!"

"Still your tounge! Mother and Father deserved death for the crimes they commited."

Silver's eyes widened as the blonde mans words stung deeply. "H-How can you say that? If it were not for them i'd be dead on the street!"

"Exactly where you should have stayed."

Rage filled the man veins as he rushed the shielded man with all his might. His lithe figure gliding through the air with ease, never letting up on his assault. Relentless was his attacks, yet none went through. The other mans sheild was always back to defend just before any blow was struck, the sword in his other hand an effective counter attack.

Neither man can keep this up for long. The graceful movements of the silver haired warrior slow, the steel wall of the blonde soldier crumbles. In a bout of frustration Blonde curls up behind his sheild and charges straight at his enemy. Silver gracefully dodges around it and strikes a clean blow on his foe's sheild arm. as blood sprays through the air his arm flops to his side, now dead weight with its tendons cut.

With the sudden loss of his sheild he jumps away from the next incoming blow and pulls his sheild off with his working arm. Such a simple task left him screaming in pain as he agonizingly pulled it away from his wound.

Silver would leave no time for that however, again he was on the attack. However, despite blonde's loss of an arm he was able to block the next few attacks. He would not hold however, the attacks flying towards him eventually snuck in, leaving a new gash across his stomach.

With a groan of agony he balled up in pain for a moment before catching himself. As he glanced back up, he could see the figure moving for the kill. The elegant longsword twisting and turning with the grace of a dancer before being stabbed through his chest.

"N...Never!" Blood spat as Blonde screamed in defiance. He could never be defeated in such a way by a mongrel dog. He gripped his sword hard and charged forward.

Silver was caught off guard by the sudden charge and was unable to completly dodge the attack. The sword pierced through his side and left a large gash that began oozing blood. He screamed in pain and bounced further back. However Blonde was not done with his assault, he turned around quickly and continued his barrage. None of which were completly avoided, leaving shallow cuts and slashes across Silver's torso.

In a last ditch effort to buy some time Silver pulled a quick spinning kick at Blonde in the chest, which sent the other man flying threw the air. It didnt hold the man for long as he rolled back up almost instantly.

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and that's pretty much where I stopped for whatever reason. Do tell me what you think.

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I liked it. Though a few typo's which is normal. One thing I noticed is that a countryside cannot be isolated : P I think you should a word more like deserted for that. After that I can't really see anything wrong other than typo's but that may be because I got quite into reading it : P

Good job.

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Hilltop covered with swords

That Unlimited Blade Works reference


I really liked this, it was entertaining to read, although a couple grammar, spelling and capitalization errors. But this was 2 years ago, so I'm pretty sure you improved.

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I wrote it in notepad so no spell check D: lol.

and yeah this was pretty fresh after I originally read FSN so I did borrow UBW scenery lol.

and the way the battlefield was supposed to be, how I envisoned it anyway, was that it was just outside of a forest clearing and on top of a hill surrounded by other bodies and their discarded weapons.

Thanks for the words though guys, I actually personally enjoyed re reading this when I found even though I usually hate reading my own stuff lol.

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