He did take her hand, and when the reappeared they were on a broad plain, with the sun setting. Behind them was an ancient castle, or what appeared to be a castle. All he could see were the outline of its walls and towers.
There had been a battle, a terrible fight. What shocked him the most was to see hundreds of swordsmen, and swordswomen, regrouping, and getting ready for the next wave of battle. He had never seen so many in one place.
Somehow he knew this was an important fight, and that he had been called here, like the others, for reinforcements. The very survival of the kingdom was at stake.
And so the monsters came, of all kinds, in neat and orderly ranks. And then it was on – metal against metal as they fought the stinking beasts. The smell of sulfur was everywhere, and many of the Swordsmen, and Swordswomen had to vomit because of the stench during the battle.
He could not understand why the horrible things were not running away, like they did when he fought them alone. Then he realized the prize, the kingdom, must be worth a great deal.
After slaying dozens of the beasts and watching them to turn to sand when he cut off their heads, the monsters began to retreat, only not for long.
He had a moment to look at the castle, the kingdom they were fighting for……..there was a plaque on it with the name of the kingdom, and suddenly he understood……
The plaque said, “The United States………..”
Writing © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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