a lost battle: a fantasy story

A story about a dead soldier witnessing his lost battle in his memory as his soul refused to leave his body buried in the ice.

Quote:

They say all your dreams can come true, but sometimes they forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too..."

A nightmare: 

It's another year, another day and 

it's may again. I don't know how 

these days move on. But I exist

 in the scope of time. Frozen in place 

for yet another eternity. My blood runs 

cold in my veins and my heart has

 stopped beating. My mind is processing

 a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions 

as a lay there, helpless as those 

memories hit play again. 

I was again brought back to the graveyard, 

which was now nothing but an 

ashen mass of ground. I could still

 remember those events, where 

war horns blew and the horses 

raced forward, the battle ground 

drenched in blood as those armed men 

charged at each other. 

The day the sky was grey, and the storm clouds swirled and poured rain on this cursed land to wash away the blood of these sinners. 

The sky cracked and thunder raged as the gods above sent angry storms from 

the turbulent seas to drown the demons hiding behind the skins of men. I saw them

 for what they are, monsters who are 

trapped in an endless hunger 

quenching their thirst for blood.

 I was there that day, when the mighty 

kingdoms fell and the enemies seized the lands, 

dragging people out of their homes as the blades sliced there necks, the empire was bathed in blood of it subjects as the sky shed tears and the sun hid behind his clouds. 

The lands were set on fire and the scent of burning human flesh permeated the air, 

the evening hulls sang the mourning 

call as the ash forest stood still, even 

the fierce beasts prowling its grounds 

listened to the silence as the northwind

 carried the tale in all eight directions beyond the mammoth mountains and the abysmal oceans.

 That day, a new history was was eched on to the rocks, as the blood moon rose above the sky as the stars scattered,the lupine wolves bared their fangs and howled the victory of the demons who paraded the now scorched land. Darkness enveloped the City as the lights thinned out, flickered and faded out of existence.

The monsters emerged from the approaching shadows as they swallowed the desperate cries of the men pleading for salvation. 

I could do nothing but watch

 as the creatures sinked their claws in the men's rib cages and carved out their hearts and devoured the flesh with their black teeth, screeching in delight as screams tore from their throats and the blood pooled at their feet.

 I watched as the monsters shed their skins and revealed their rotting flesh, their slick tongues hissed as their milky eyes scanned the mass of crumbled bodies on the ground. 

I stood atop the hanging trees as the buildings were destroyed and the

 rivers ran red and a new era of darkness descended on the earth. 

The haunting night withdrew 

its inked fingers from the sky as 

the morning sun climbed the horizon 

sending tendrils of light beams to 

chase away the terrifying shadows of the night. The demons descended into the

 ground leaving the earth a graveyard of flesh and bones. I stood still as the winds whispered and the quiet trees mourned the lives of the dead souls descending to the netherworld. The memory flashed and I blinked, brought back from the day to this frozen cold block of ice. 

But I know one thing, the monsters wouldn't just stop there, they'd keep coming untill the earth burns into cinders and the darkness would forever trap the sky, unleashing the deadly beasts of the underworld.

 

A story by

Iniya prakasha