Day One
A
cold wet wind blew steadily
across the dank smelling field. The sky was full of foreboding dark
clouds that
held the promise of another uncomfortable night outside;
“again” thought the
young boy who sat with his knees pulled up to his chin underneath a
spruce
tree. The south
side of the battle field
was sheltered from the wind and rains the best. So that is where the
boy
waited. Waited for what you ask? “Why a battle of
course”, It was an old battle
field any how, that the boy was waiting by. It made perfect sense to
him,
battles happen on battlefields and this was a battlefield. He figured
if he
waited long enough he would see a battle. Not bad thinking for an eight
year
old.
Anthony
awoke cold and wet to the
bone, a strange ringing was in his ears, “what was that
sound”, the boy
wondered? “YES” he shouted as he jumped to his
feet; hitting his head on a low
branch in the process. Running to the field he caught a glimpse of two
figures
in the center of it, they were circling each other with swords drawn.
The sound
in his ears must have been steel on steal. But it was only two
fighting.
“That’s better than nothing”, Anthony
thought as he sprinted to the edge of the
battlefield to find a good place to watch.
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