Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 4, 2006 16:21:20 GMT -5
Heres my entry.....
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A bead of sweat trickeled down Mathias's forehead. A heavy skin of steel made it all the more hotter for him as he sat mounted on his horse, impatiently waiting to procede on this warm summer evening. He observed his opponet, a tall figure in jet black steel metal armor. His vision became abruptly clouded as the sweat sank into his eye, stinging it. Ignorin the pain, he glanced again at his foe. The figure reminded Mathias much of his father...
The small boy Mathias played with his new wooden toy soldiers, and tried to ignore the painful arguement proceeding between his mother and father. As curious as he was, he pandered on the idea of why they were. The flash of lighting tore the sky over head, as he witnessed through the small gaps between the wooden logs overhead which served as their roof. Deciding to get closer to listen to the feud, he drew closer to the door. He had only caught the end of the heated discussion and only heard the crying of his mother and the trot of his fathers horse as it faded in the darkness. He had never seen his beloved father, sir. magnus, the noble night of Acadia's king, was never seen again.
He snapped out of the flashback, and back into reality. The kings orchestra played their buggles and trumpets beautifully before the the match began. His opponet started slowy, then building momentum, started to ride swiftly. Almost as if their mind was one, Mathias did the same movements, at nearly the same time. All of mathias's 23 years of life, of training, of hardshirps, led him to this point, and he would either lose it all, or emerge victorious. The two knights leaned on their horses, building speed, and all at the same time as it seemed, the world seemed to slow. The music stopped, and the screaming and cheering and taunting halted. It seened as if all of the people in this world starred upon the two knights. The world waited. Only the poundind of his heart whirled in his head.
Coming out of the vertigo, the results of the match came quickly. Mathias noticed a slight limp in his foes horse movement. This was Mathias's time to strike. Moving his horse a b it leaft, he dodged his enemies attack by mere inches. Mathias swung the spear left, knocking his challenger over headfirst, and was stampeded over by his horse. Both the horse and knight drew silent, and motionless.
The silence was broken by the resuming of the orchestra and the encouraging shouts and cheers from the watchers. Mathias unmounted his hores, threw off his helmet, and raised his fist in the air victoriously and gloryiously. He was now the cahampion of Acadia.
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A bead of sweat trickeled down Mathias's forehead. A heavy skin of steel made it all the more hotter for him as he sat mounted on his horse, impatiently waiting to procede on this warm summer evening. He observed his opponet, a tall figure in jet black steel metal armor. His vision became abruptly clouded as the sweat sank into his eye, stinging it. Ignorin the pain, he glanced again at his foe. The figure reminded Mathias much of his father...
The small boy Mathias played with his new wooden toy soldiers, and tried to ignore the painful arguement proceeding between his mother and father. As curious as he was, he pandered on the idea of why they were. The flash of lighting tore the sky over head, as he witnessed through the small gaps between the wooden logs overhead which served as their roof. Deciding to get closer to listen to the feud, he drew closer to the door. He had only caught the end of the heated discussion and only heard the crying of his mother and the trot of his fathers horse as it faded in the darkness. He had never seen his beloved father, sir. magnus, the noble night of Acadia's king, was never seen again.
He snapped out of the flashback, and back into reality. The kings orchestra played their buggles and trumpets beautifully before the the match began. His opponet started slowy, then building momentum, started to ride swiftly. Almost as if their mind was one, Mathias did the same movements, at nearly the same time. All of mathias's 23 years of life, of training, of hardshirps, led him to this point, and he would either lose it all, or emerge victorious. The two knights leaned on their horses, building speed, and all at the same time as it seemed, the world seemed to slow. The music stopped, and the screaming and cheering and taunting halted. It seened as if all of the people in this world starred upon the two knights. The world waited. Only the poundind of his heart whirled in his head.
Coming out of the vertigo, the results of the match came quickly. Mathias noticed a slight limp in his foes horse movement. This was Mathias's time to strike. Moving his horse a b it leaft, he dodged his enemies attack by mere inches. Mathias swung the spear left, knocking his challenger over headfirst, and was stampeded over by his horse. Both the horse and knight drew silent, and motionless.
The silence was broken by the resuming of the orchestra and the encouraging shouts and cheers from the watchers. Mathias unmounted his hores, threw off his helmet, and raised his fist in the air victoriously and gloryiously. He was now the cahampion of Acadia.