Dreams of The Medivals

I've been thinking of late, one who has knowledge in wisdom shall gain enormous truth in their path which they take. My path is not known since it had been clouded as such significant as the fog of 'war'. Fog covers the blood spilled land as war between the good and evil throwing hurdles of arrows at each other, swords slashes flesh as the anger that still echoes through the blood misty fog which will never ends.

Today I had been 'in' that war, yes I really mean mano e mano but of course more than one. Thousands and thousands of armies at the battle ground as none had mercy over each other like pigs on mass killing spree! To my shock in expectation; even the woman stood their ground and fought in war but they carry long-bows with magical arrows of the elements. How do I easily manage to know who is good and which is evil? Easily enough as I look at their way of fighting and definitely in their clothes, The holy as in the good wore shining armor with gold inlay, shining shields and enormous claymore which they hold only by one hand! Every time they strike with each blow shook the ground and it proofs to be their war cry improving their moral in battle.

The unholy forces of evil claims the dark fog which covers their path and more likely to conquer the bright sun, evil forces were vicious, blood thirsty immoral foes; compared to the Vikings and barbarians they were the worst! They look a little common like the dark elves with pointy ears, long fingers with long nails, the men had long white gray hair and one distinctive features I accidently notice is their glowing fiery red eyes. Their armor were rough black colored thick plates with red stains that look like dried blood stains on them. The weapon that were unmatched which I never seen anything before, large claymore like swords with serrated razor sharp edges; magically enhanced with a red pulsating smoky aura that came out of them. With each strike of the dark blade slashes the shining armor and cuts through easily like acid.

By the looks of it...The holy forces never had a chance to win. But waves and waves of holy forces that came out of the golden gate which they were still resisting and defending their ground never gave up, it is like they are sworn to protect till the end of their lives.







Well In that battle between good and evil, by the looks of it; the holy had many casualties, as seen and compared from the evil forces; the holy does not have magical protection that enhances their armor againts the dark blade which cuts through anything. That strange red smoky aura from the dark blade puzzles me, what great power can withstand the holy armor?

Which side did I choose you say? Yes, I must choose to which battle I must be with fighting side by side to glory. I chose the holy knights instead of the blood thirsty dark ones, why? Strangely when every holy knights fall; I felt a sudden feel of weakness that's is deep within me which is greatly losing its life like something saps into it, one by one falls like a razor cutting through a thin paper.

At the heat of battle holy resistance was futile, tears rolling down my eyes saying "Is this how the light ends by darkness? For whom they die for, and why don't they stay behind the golden gate and save the ones they love? But no...Every child that were able, woman and men fought to the end to protect...But what where they protecting? This must be something of grave importance to them!" In that sudden moment, a slow breeze of wind blowing through my face with my tears rolling back...Yet I heard a voice...A wise mans voice spoke to me "You are the light that "they" are looking for, you are "their" light, they will die for you and will defend their homeland which were once yours, but you deserted them...And so they had once sworn an oath to defend the light and never let darkness to claim "it" and their homeland...But they will never see another light if you were to left the war be as it is...Bring them back that light and the promise you once gave the kingdom and god will shed light to you more than before...Be "one" and you will be strong."

I'm filled with faith, with that words from the wise man; I knew what had to be done and I shall help the light to my death!"

Bright white light surrounded me as I was sent to another place safe closer to the battleground, amazed by the environment, I was In my own kingdom and sadly its slowly loosing its light. Looking around, everyone was armed ready for battle and strangely no one notice my attendance...Suddenly a manly voice called me from behind, it was an old man long dark grey hair with long beard and mustache even longer than that Gundulf from "The Lords of The Rings"! He said "Come, you must be ready for battle". I followed the old man and I was then sent to this huge library plus a training arena like area combined together.

I personally ask the old man, why am I here? Who brought me to this place and why am I in this war in the first place? The old man said "......"


TO BE CONTINUED......