lovers sorrow

Through the tower of the misty glades of Saruman he sat on  the mighty walls in the  city of great wealth. In the stone  precipice, from the high walls that protected the city, he gazed at a vast land covered with low grasses a great meadow of the eastern shores of maradon lay in thousand leagues.

In the glory of warriors, he stood covered in the best glamour of a warrior the best the city could provide. His shield was of a rare metal, that glittered and reflected a face in light, in his war sandals, his pose resonated danger. His sword shown bright casting  sudden sparkles to those who looked. 

He was a glory to behold, a warrior that refused to die. A long knife scar adorned his mean face, dividing it in two. 

His fluffy hair danced and swayed to answer the call of the wild wind that blew across. 

He was the legendary army commander ichinidar. 

with fiery eyes he blared through his steel helmet, waiting for the ravaging beast that was to ravage his homeland. 

That night everything had been made ready to catch this foreign beast, as the silent breeze blew sending all hanging objects dangling. A chilling fear swept across the city , as doors and windows were fastened. Eyes blared through tiny openings so scared to make a sound.

It was said to be a fiery dragon with large talons and mighty fangs, it’s breath was a length of scorching fire. It’s dark fiery eyes burned of rage.

Everyone feared its effect of burning flesh, when it’s hot fire caught hold. It was reckless when it finished the closest city from the east, the mighty men of saledon. It left none alive when it bore through their mighty walls and tore limbs and flesh apart, burning all. Men, women and children lay in black soot, as it’s fire gave death to all in the city.

The silent walls of city lay  hiding battle ready soldiers, but with uncertainty in their eyes, an enemy far from reach with flowing fire that can cover distance wrecked their confidence. Ready everyone was, with sharp steel arrows, pointy with steel heads that could tear flesh.

That when it was spotted at the left flank of the kingdom, where hidden soldiers lay in wait, as that was the plan. 500 Saruman arrows went out like a spray into the air, as the beast meandered it’s away across danger, away from the pointy sharp edges of the arrows, as all missed it’s target. 

That when it cut across the rays of arrows, it bore down on its shooters, breathing out hot ravaging fire, to the charring smell of flesh Screaming of pain and anguish. 

The soldiers lost hold of the That part, as it’s breath Nd talons wrecked havoc, with fiery eyes that breed death, it tore limbs apart, heads it tossed, disemboweled entrails that it was a gory sight of blood and death.

When he had seen her works, he shook his head, with a sardonic smile on his face. Below the dragon dragged itself straight to the commanders hive. It’s reddish breath brewing to engulf the mighty towers of Saruman, into  ashes and burning flesh. 

It circled around the towers, looking for the best stance to attack, preparing it’s hot breath to finish this kingdom. Frolicking it’s tongues in pleasures of the evil it was about to commit.

Ichinidar stood there as others cowered. He stared into the the fiery eyes that followed a blue eyes. That moment the beast charged aggressively as the creature within was not in control, it waved its tail that tore roof tops and weak wooden houses came crashing , the giant warrior stared at the lover he once swore to protect. She was now buried in the soul of the beast, as it was only the death of the beast that can bring her out, but alive she would not be. From the scabbards , he raised his long sword and his fearless face, and joyless countenance waiting for the her.

That even though he loved her, even though he had fought so many battles for her, there was a thin line between duty and the things of the heart.

He sighed in the confusion, his height towering move others as his sword lay in wait. 

He had fallen in love with the witch of Paridin, the blue eyed and plump witch. 

She had promised the world of men a quick end, her lover inclusive, that when he had tried to reach her human heart, it was beyond reclaiming. 

Her voice roared through the darkness, as she saw him. Her feathers increased its flap, her eyes was dark fire, her mouth gave an evil smile that she lunched her body, last assault on him. 

But he stood waiting, with his hands held firmly on his sword. With every strength he jumped onto the creature in a shocking impossible leap, holding her firmly. Holding her neck in the wild frenzy, she turned and swayed to disbalance him, but his grip was to firm.

He whispered into her ears to calm the raging beast but to no end.

With one solid strike into her neck, he plunged the sword into her neck in one strike, that the fire on her mouth quenched. That when their eyes met, a blue eyes stared back at him, and he felt lost.

That when she came crashing, he followed. She came down with a cashing sound, tearing away the houses that lay in her path, moaning out painfully 

That when the beast rattled and battled for life,  gradually its sharp pointy rough skin smoothness to a beautiful fair lady, it’s mighty ugly face suddenly changed into a beautiful woman with fiery hair.

There she lay bleeding out her last, gasping for breath. With mouth wide opened, from where he stood, he could see her clearly. Her blood flowed gently into the stone paved street.

That where he had crashed into, his shoulders was torn, and his thighs were bruised red and bleeding. But he forgot all his pain when he turned to her. 

 His heart seemed to bleed with her, with pain in his eyes, with tears on his face. With a deep choking voice, he cried out in anguish, as a river of tears flowed down his face. His amour held him taut from reaching his eyes, he had killed her.

The only woman he loved.

She had been cursed with the sickness of the dark enchantress gonlin. For years he had sought a cure while he kept her caged to avoid death. But when she broke out of his cage and ravaged the closest city, coming for Saruman, It was time to kill her. 

As the general commander, he gave the knife that will end the life of his lover

That when she bleed her last, it was like a twisted blade thrust in his heart.