The Battle Begins
The Battle Begins The earth rumbled across the valley, as if waking the mountains to witness what would transpire before them that day. Out of the west, with shields in front and banners held high, the army spread out across the battlefield. Ready with eagerness, mixed with trepidation, the Western army gave a war cry that could be heard for miles around. Their shields of blue and swords of steel radiated the heat and light of the early afternoon sun as all the warriors squinted in the brightness. Oak pikes were brought through the defensive line, fifteen foot poles peaked with razor sharp serrated blades- which were long and sharp enough to rip through horse and rider. The stocks were firmly planted into the dusty ground and angled toward the raging star. They were ready to meet the charge. The Eastern cavalry thundered down the low lying foothill, adding to the cacophony that was already echoing around the mountains. The horses, knowing how they were to die that d...
