Multiple authors story - write one paragraph each

**SwordsMaster** · 03-03-2006, 00:40

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"Someone bring a light!" crossed my head as I felt the shoulder of a comrade in the snow. I couldn't see. Instinctively I turned in the same direction as everyone else. Still no charge. We waited. I saw an officer's helmet very close, the horses' hair at the top blowing into my face. Then I heard a whipping sound, blood splattered my face and the hair was gone. "Arrows!" I shouted I knelt behind the shield.

**Zomby_Woof** · 03-03-2006, 01:32

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For so long we had put up with the bitter cold, wanting nothing more than heat. Some of the men got what they desired in that initial volley as warm blood spread across their freezing bodies. I doubt they saw the irony, at the time neither did I. Another volley struck down on our pathetic line of spears before the clapping of hooves could be heard again. The enemy was attempting a direct cavalry charge on our position. Under normal conditions this would seem tactically unsound, but we were desperate men and if we even managed to hold until the first sight of the mounted warriors we all would be impressed with our own bravery. Already, the men on the rear and flank were turning tail and running, it was too bad I hadn’t been fortunate enough to be back there; I was caught in the middle and wouldn’t be able to retreat, at least not until the rest of our unit fell apart and abandoned the army.

**SwordsMaster** · 03-03-2006, 02:44

Ok, last one for today.

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Another volley reached us before the horses emerged out of the snowstorm just a few feet away, crashing into the disorganised first line, killing and retreating as soon as the formation closed on them. Then another volley, and a charge from a different direction. The formation melted away so quickly, I knew we had at most one or two charges left. I was right. The next charge was the end of us. The men just ran. Dissapeared. Melted into the snowstorm. I ran too, dropping the shield and the spear. Then I felt a rope tighten around my torso and pulling me back violently. The air was was missing. I hit the ground. Then I fell unconscious.

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I think this is a good place to start chapter 2...

**Lord Winter** · 03-03-2006, 04:53

Chapter two

Coldness, there was coldness as i had never know before. After all this time in the steps I was still not used to the bitter cold that bit at my bones long night after night. But my suffering had all been for no use. I had failed, I was ashamed. I had left what few brave comrades that had still stood to face the charge. Betraying there trust i had ran, with little thought of the enemy, little thought of my allies. All there was at that moment was my own selfish pride. My own desire to survive. I deserved to die, and i know that i would if i ever returned.

**Incongruous** · 03-03-2006, 08:53

Chapter Two

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I had let my mind wander down into the depths of despair, all around was blackness. And Death. Behind came the screams and shouts of battle, those sound were so familiar yet still so blood curdling. I knew that my comrades, the brave ones must all be dead and that I must soon join them. Yet I could not will my legs to stop and so I just kept on running. Ahead I saw them, another pack of pikemen, but this time they were more and had been ordered into a square. I knew that I must reach them. Behind came the sound of hooves. The square seemed so far away.

**Rodion Romanovich** · 03-03-2006, 09:25

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The image of what had happened now started to become more clear. I had only been unconscious for a short period of time. The line that had been formed to take on the enemy charge had only been a fraction of our army. The formation had been destroyed, and I was lucky to be alive - having not been trampled by the hooves of the enemy cavalry. I tried to make my way through the snow towards the others, but the snow was deeper here, and my progress was slow. And then I saw the light again. This time there were no doubts as to what it came from. From a distance, I saw the light draw closer to the formation ahead, and another row of horsemen appeared. They approached so rapidly that the men had no chance of preparing themselves for the charge. I heard the sounds of broken lances and metal towards metal, but it was soon drowned in the sounds of pain of dying infantrymen. Then the line of cavalry that had swept away my own formation crashed into the pinned formation from the other direction. Turning away from the battle, I realized that I had failed them all. Had I reported about the light, the men would have been able to prepare themselves. Had I not fled from the first line they might have been able to hold the first charge too. And so I realized I wouldn't be able to return home until my honor had been restored. Trying to sneak away from the enemy through the snow storm - it was a lot easier than I thought as denser and denser fog drifted in from the west - I prepared myself for this oddyssey. I dropped the remnants of my shield but grasped the sword more firmly. I would not return home until my honor had been restored.

**Kraxis** · 03-03-2006, 12:53

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For a few seconds I stood there in the snow, daring any rider to come at me. I yelled at them, but somehow my voice was restrained, I couldn't get a sound across my lips. I tried several times but my voice failed me completely. Naturally my left hand wandered up to my throat. It was sore, very sore. Apparently the rope that had caught me had slipped up to my throat and constricted there after I had fallen unconcious. It was wierd, I had been caught but was still free, someone had apparently set me free while I was lying there knocked out.
The battle was winding down, and given my exposed position, I began to move towards the edge of a forest a hundred paces away. Hopefully, in there, I would be able to ambush a rider or two before I got struck down. Honour would then return to me, if only marginally.