Brian Nixon
Bio
Can I actually write? I guess we'll all find out together. This is me moving outside my comfort zone and into a place where I can challenging myself and expand myself. I welcome your thoughts.
Stories (1/0)
Battle's End
The armored hand reached down and lightly caressed the flower that had, amazingly, been left untouched. The battle was over, and victory had come at a tremendous price. However, amid the chaos and carnage, this small flower had somehow not been stepped on, bled on, or touched in any other way, as far as the warrior could tell. “I wonder if you even realize what went on here?” he thought. “Or how miraculous your situation is?” The small petals of blue, white, and yellow stuck out in stark contrast to all the red that permeated the battlefield. The warrior slumped and sat down next to the flower feeling far older than his 52 years. Years of battle and adventure had taken their toll on his body. Next to him was the body of the one of the orks that had allied with the Erik Beldawn in his misguided attempt to seize the thrown of the late King Asher III. Joatham had taken its arm off and still the thing refused to fall. If it hadn’t finally fainted from loss of blood, it well may have been Joatham lying there dead as well. He had bashed the creatures head after it fell, just to be sure it would never rise again.
By Brian Nixon3 years ago in Fiction