The crisp night air reeked with the stench of burning flesh. A whistling sound tears through the sky as a rock pummels into the side of the keep, the debris falling on to the soldiers below. Thatched roofs burning in the cold of night while the townspeople try to extinguish them; throwing buckets of water from a nearby well onto the roofs. Screams and cries pierce the air and ears. Drums could be heard, like a rumbling thunder during a great lightless storm.
“Hold fast men!” screamed one man, as who stood at the forefront of the castle wall, clad in armor stained by blood and fire. He waved his sword overhead, screaming at the top of his lungs, “Loose the arrows!” and a flurry of arrows left the ground and fluttered over the wall. Enemy troops fell in clumps as they rushed the castle, some raising their shields and others volleyed their own arrows back. The battle raged and the fires burned. The man yelled again, “Brace the gate!!!” As the invading army came upon the portcullis with a battering ram. Together they pulled the the ropes back and lunged forward, knocking on the castles’ front door. The sound echoed through the night and struck fear into the hearts of the men, the enemy was upon them and their position looked meek.
Some men ran to the gate and braced their backs against it, wedging huge wooden beams between the dirt and gate. Braced against the the gates a giant of a man yelled,
“Captain Siegfried! The gate won’t hold, we don’t have enough men to spare and they’re bringing up the siege ladders!”
Another crash against the gates echoed over the battlefield and drowning out the screams. The men bounced off the gate like dolls and they jump back to their feet, lunging back into the gates again; holding the lives of the castle with their backs. A sword comes slicing down Siegfried’s face, splitting open the left side of his face and eye. He jumps back as an orc leaps over the last part of the wall; standing heads taller than an average man, a sword in one hand and great hammer in the other.
“Your teni laz qoni you fehtly lunam” bellows the orc. The enemy siege ladders have finally made it over the wall.
“I don’t speak Orc, you foul creature!” replied Siegfried, bringing his sword up from the ground striking at the orc who parried the attack with a grunt. Siegfried continued exchanging blows that only seem to connect with air and metal. The orc raised his sword striking from above and Siegfried, seeing his opening plunged his sword at the orcs chest, hoping that his sword wouldn’t strike air again. The orc spins its massive body striking Siegfried in the chest who gasps in pain. Knocked to the ground by the painful chest blow of an orc hammer and his sword has fallen from his grip. As he lays there, the left side of his face bleeding and blind, he feels something under his hand. He hears the orc running towards him about to strike. Right as his sword comes down, Siegfried rolls out of its way, jumping to his feet and thrusting the top half of a spear into the orcs jaw and threw the top of his head; thrusting his arm with all his might once more before releasing the spearhead. The orcs body slowly fell to the side and Siegfried kicked it back over the wall. Captain Siegfried searching for a way to stop the enemy at the gates with his one good eye, the blood running down his face, when he spots the gatehouse cauldron smouldering the fire below still burning hot.
Breathing heavily he grabbed up his sword again and heads to the gatehouse. Engaging the enemy on the ladders and kicking the ladders off when possible. Another thundering knock echos across the gate. Siegfried finally makes it to the gatehouse and the turn rope has burned through, there’s no way to dump the boiling oil. Looking for another way to turn the pot, he grabs hold the cauldron himself. Slowly burning the flesh off his hands, he pushes it over with all his strength and it spills down onto the enemy; burning the enemy forces, and Siegfried knows it will not hold them for long and he knows he needs to stop them here and now to hold off their attack until the reinforcements come. He grabs a torch from the wall and lights it over the fires and he drops it down onto the oil below. The enemy battlements and orcs ignite instantly. Siegfried stumbles out the gatehouse and yells, “GET WATER ON THE GATE!” before collapsing.
He awoke screaming, “GET WATER ON THE GATES!” The men jumped on his arms, holding him down. Siegfried struggled and yelled again, “GET WATER ON THE GATES!”
When came a woman’s voice, so soft and calming, “Calm down Captain, you are among friends.” Siegfried looked upon her and began to stop resisting and the men slowly moved off him. She moved with the utmost grace, like she glided across the ground and instead of walking. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with the most beautiful looking skin he had ever seen. As she bent down Siegfried touched the tip of her pointed ear ever so gently and she made a soft whimpering noise before jolting to a stand. “Please refrain from touching my ears please,” she said with a stern voice.
“Sorry,” he replied, “I’ve just never seen a real elf before.”
“Really? It was elves that came to your aid in your last battle.”
“Oh, I didn’t know. I don’t even know what happened. Or where I am, where am I? Where is this? How did I get here? Did we we win!? How long have I been out!?!?”
“Shhhh” she pressed her finger to his lips. “It’s alright now, you needn’t worry or freak out. You are in Lauca Tuilës, the home of my people and the Elves who came to your aid against the Orcs. And the battle was won, thanks to you that is.”
“What? What do you mean”
“Fret not, but rest more. Your eye and body need rest and time to heal.” She pulled some powder from a puch and sprinkled on Clarke’s face as she whispered softly, “Quel kaima callo, Clarke Siegfried.”