Swinging. He swung his sword so hard and fast, slicing the air that not even the enemy could help but to pause in awe at the ferocity of one man whom stood against many. Knowing he was vastly outnumbered, the prince continued to fight for his life and that of the princesses.
Cleric
Jeremy was right at his side, fighting off wave after wave of attackers. The
old cleric had never seen such up front combat in the face of evil. Today was a
different day for him indeed, a day he long waited for. The fairies blasted
away at the unsightly creatures as they focused their might on the minions that
approached Samuel and Jeremy from their blind side.
For
a moment, the princess felt a glimmer of hope. This hope ignited a feeling from
deep within her, one that she had never known the likes of before. Before long,
she found herself being draw to the middle of the hallowed ground, where the
prince stood. She walked off the steps of the cabin, keeping her eyes only on
him, not knowing why she was putting herself in such grave danger.
This
would certainly leave the girls in the cabin vulnerable against a nearby onslaught if the princess did not turn from the intended path she was currently
on. As she stepped off the porch of the cabin, a circle of darkened creatures
began to surround her, forming a circle. She snapped out of her trance and
noticed she was not where she remembered; rather she was in the middle of all
the chaos.
Something
caught the corner of the prince’s eye, as he turned his head to take a glance,
he quickly turned all the way around to see the princess surrounded by the
minions of the wizard. He left Jeremy’s side and rushed right into the crowd of creatures that were harassing the princess. He forced himself into the center of
the circle where she stood.
“What do we do?” Kristina exclaimed.
“Grab my hand!” Shouted the prince
“What?”
“Just trust me!”
A
moment later, the princess grabbed the hand of the prince. He broke through the crowd of attackers
as he swung his sword. The prince guided the princess back onto the porch of
the cabin where he shouted, “Get back inside!” As soon as he watched the
princess reach for the door, he turned around to face the barrage once again. Then suddenly, it came. The prince was hit on the back of the head
by one of his foes.
As
the prince was shouting to the princess, one of the minions seized the moment
to sneak up on him while he was not swinging his sword. The beast came up
close behind him, and as the prince was about to turn, he dealt a blow to the
back of the prince’s head with a wooden club. Samuel was knocked
unconscious immediately.
Falling to the ground fast, knees first, followed by his chest, and finally, his head
slammed into the dirt. His sword became free of the grip he held on it as his
closed fist met the ground. The sword bounced, reflecting light that caught the
eye of the princess.
She
turned toward the shimmer of light from the sword and saw Samuel lying
face-down on the ground. Kristina could not contain herself as she cried out
his name for all creation to hear, “Samuel!”
Samuel
was drawn to an unconscious state, by an unseen force, where time had no
meaning and only memories existed. Remembering a quieter time in his life, a
time of peace and youth. A time of young love. Samuel began to see the memories
of his past.
