Multiple authors story - write one paragraph each

[Lord Winter]

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]

Chapter Two

Paragraph two.

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]

13
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]

14
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.

[Kagemusha]

15


As i entered the forest, the sounds of the battle had stopped. I knew that the enemy raiders would soon spot my trail in the snow, but in the forest tracking me would be lot harder, becouse this was my natural enviroment. As i walked in the snow covered forest,the only sound was the sound of my feet in the snow.
Suddenly when i passed a thick bush of little trees,there it was. A horse looking straight to me on its big eyes. While the weather was frozen i saw that its sides were covered in swet.

[Rodion Romanovich]

16
I inspected the clasps and saddle and found that it must be the horse of a fallen enemy. I smiled when I realized how I could perhaps later use that to my advantage. But the first thing to do now was to get away from this mess. Find something to eat. While I needed the horse to transport my tired body to the nearest village, I realized I had to consider slaughtering it to eat it if I ended up lost too far out on the endless fields. With these thoughts going on in the back of my head, I felt guilt when I smiled at the horse, trying to look friendly in order not to scare it away when I approached it.

[Franconicus]

17

I tried to get on the horse, but in fact I was too weak. My mind was determined to stand but my body was tired. I passed out once more. Once I woke up, a new day had broken. I looked around, but all I could see were a couple of other soldiers, lost and desperate creatures like me. There was no strength, no order, no hope and no pride. We were no army anymore. Then there was the sound of horses again. Despite my resolutions my first thought was to get away, to hide, and to crawl into the snow. Then I realized that it wasn’t the sound of a cavalry charge. I turned and in the rising sun I saw a couple of riders. They stopped some hundred yards in front of me, a small officer in front of them. Although I could not see the faces I knew the outline. It was our commander.
At the moment the defeated creatures raised, tried to adopt attitude and build a formation. I saw comrades from different units, most of them had lost their weapons and equipment, the uniforms were wrecked and many were wounded. At the same time, however, I realized that we were still the army, the great army. Maybe we were defeated, maybe we did not look like an army any more, but we were still there and we would not give up. Maybe we would all die, but we would not loose our pride. I tried to scream and I was highly surprised to here me cry: “Hail our general! Hail our glorious army!” The others joined and we were jubilating, too, just as if we had won a battle. I saw the general smile. Then he turned and rode away. However, I will never forget that smile. I knew that smile was worth all the pain we had had to stand. That smile would make us fight again.

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You are fast, my friends!

[Rodion Romanovich]

It's coming together nicely
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18
So there we were, only some fifty men who had survived the slaughter. We had apparently gotten far away enough from the actual battle to be able to evade being captured by the enemy. In yesterday's weather it had been difficult to spot us. Now however, we would be in danger if we stayed in the open. The heavy wind would no longer erase our footprints. I turned towards our general.
"We are lucky to still be alive. But what are we going to do now?"
"We shall go south. We slaugthered two injured horses during the night, but our supplies still won't be enough for more than a few days."
"South?" I heard myself asking with contempt. Then I immediately regretted it. Going south was the only sensible thing to do, or we too would die like our friends. It was my guilt that had made me ask the question. But I realized I was the only one who knew how I had dishonored myself in that battle, how I had failed my friends. Then I realized that perhaps also the men around me now were as much cowards as me, the few who had fled early enough to evade capture or death. One of the men on my side gave me some horse meat which I attacked greedily with my swollen, soary mouth while we began the march south.