Creative Writing: The Cold War

"A lot of your men are dead my dear Count. Don't worry I assure you that when this army reach the Southern Isles, there will be very few of your men in it. We will need to make a lot of rearguard actions to protect our retreat and that means a lot of casualties."

"You can just call me Craven. I've been a knight for a few years now." answered the

“At least let me stay the night. I’ve traveled for days and need to rest. I will leave first thing tomorrow morning.” A moment of silent hesitation is the only reply. Nathan hears a quiet “fine” before the girl sheaths her sword in the blink of an eye. Her gloved hands hold onto the hilt of the sword, he notices, just in case. She seems to hesitate again before waving at him to follow, leading into the deep woods. It takes but a few moments to see the homely shack, smoke exiting through the makeshift

“Listen, Taran,” he said gravely, “it is of the utmost importance that you get out of the city and to safety. We can’t lose you to the enemy.” He stood up and retrieved a sword in a black sheath from his desk.

"I understand, young warrior. This journey has been one of great peril and tragedy, but you must take heart," I

“You knights and the king’ll stop this Morgane and her men, won’t you?” she asked Perceval as she packed. “Everyone’s right terrified. And it’s not just them! One of my girls saw those men from the Highlands… scary looking dressed in furs and with drawing on their bodies.”

Ouch! I woke up to a stinging pain in my left arm. The bandages I had on it seemed to be loose and were starting to come off. I guess I better get up and change them again... What a great way to start off the day already. I glanced over at my alarm clock, noticing that there was plenty of time until I had to go to work at the clinic. Once I get off my bed, I headed over to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After that, I changed into my usual clothes, and started wrapping bandages around my left arm. I looked into my mirror as I put on two bandages on each side of my face. For whatever reason, I usually found random injuries on any place of my body. Bruises, cuts, scars anything you can name. It's pretty annoying most of the time, but I guess I've grown used to it.

:A gold dragon with a red tongue and white flames climbing up a staff.” he supplied to the guard.

He turns at the sound of scraping, the quiet shrill of metal as a sword is pulled from its scabbard. “I was not in poor form tonight,” she says, “And I will prove it.”

He looks at Corus. “I know. I made Corus tell me when I woke up and you were gone. I followed you. Sorry, I didn’t want to tell you, you know, that I saw my birthday present. Almost jumped on that man who fixed your sword, but you didn’t seem too uncomfortable, so I waited,” he says. “If it hadn’t been for the soldiers I would have been there, especially when you just handed your sword over to him.”

“We are from the village of Lorwald. You slayed €l-βḝlgrὃnd and freed us; rest and sleep.”

he air is filled with the sounds of ringing bells as the local choir from the Salvation Army sings their joyous songs in glorious praise to the Lord. Their voices reach out spreading the message that everyone can be saved, born again if they would only turn to Jesus. Most of the people hurry by to escape the threat of the oncoming rain, paying little or no attention to the words they sang out. But the choir wasn’t disturbed by the people’s response. Instead, they sang out all the more with spirit and loudness, as if trying to wake the seemingly sleeping people, who obviously pay them no mind.

The back of the truck was dark, but the light from the warehouse peeked through the canvas around the bottom. I pulled it up a sliver, laying on my stomach so I could see what was going on. I could either see without being able to shoot, or I could stick my gun out of the crack and shoot blindly.

“Well, here we are.” he said at last. He had a face of fake happiness. When Yuki approached her house, she felt heartbroken. She saw that her house was one of the worst ones at the camp. The window in the back was broken, the back door was very defective because the door had no lock and the handle was broken off, and the beds were very dirty from all of the dust and sand that spread throughout the camp.

"Ollie," I asked him. He looked up at me with eyes that were so large they could have been mistaken for a baby's - they seemed somewhat fearful, yet curious. He couldn't have been much older than thirteen years old - just how exactly did he end up in this mess with The Bloodbrands? I had no idea. I pushed those questions out of my mind, and instead focused on asking another question. "Where exactly am I meant to fill this up from?"