Everyday that passed while I was laying in those trenches, bullets flying over my heads, fellow men burst into flames from morta shots
The captain of my battalion fell dead from a straight bullet to the arm and I direct bullet to the throat, he had died looking at me, eyes wide with terror and bugging with fear, for waiting at the end of the tunnel was not winged angels and golden harps, but burning flames and rotting flesh, the devils laughter ringing loud in the distance
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The foglike crowd danced in front of him and moved across the streets. He looked around just like before he was the only that saw them.
" escape is that not what you desire ?" They called "Yes." then follow us. He wiped the tears from his face. Fine he said I need a change a scenery anyway. As I walked the ring I wore grew bright and I started to feel tingly. The misty crowd I was following started to appear more corporeal, from a variety of different shapes and size, pointed hats and scaled hands long figures, with staffs in hands. Like I was following a Disney store. I felt a tingly situation on my arm and looked down The skin looked blurry like it was a bag almost floating away. In the snow there was a ring of red dust like material dust that was blowing from my Skin. I remember this park Thought I I used to swing here . "Oh my god" I said From the surface of the water a multitude of hands rose from the surface and beckoned him to come forward. As he passed through the water he felt his skin shift and his form change. His tear streaked face froze. What Follow us , come party with us I n the distant lands of faerie and mist" the voices repeated He walked to the shore of the pond and stepped through. There is a portion of my troops that although they follow the almoravid dynasty have not been led before in battle by me or my leaders here. You however have achieved quite a little name for yourself in the desert as a mercenary leader, I have heard about your last encounter with a strand of The Tuaregs."
I tilted my head " oh really?" " Yes , the leader of the tribe if you didn't know has sworn to slay you and media he comes across in his territory. My father smirked. "I guess I know where I'm going after the meeting." A few of the soldiers laughed. " Your father nimrod and I have been friends for quite some years and he brought you to my attention a year ago and up until now I have secretly watched you ,keeping a tab on your moves as a warrior and leader until now. The reason I contact you is for you to be so fresh from the womb you have a natural ability of endearing people to you that don't know.Christian though you maybe I have watched as you led So.now I invite you to join our league as not only a commander but also an advisor and diplomat.." I looked at my fingers carefully "and what is in for me if I do?" For once a smile broke on his face, " ever the mercenary?" " my father taught me well. " I grinned " when we go to those lands we are not going just as warriors with our spears and scimatars the select few of us in this room when we reach there shall be received as lords and Princes amongst the Muslim kingdom, lands castles provided. He opened his eyes and met mine directly . " If you draw your boe for the defense of our kingdom you and your family from here to Spain will have the title and land as a Prince and royal family amongst the Almoravid dynasty." I blinked twice, " which means..." " your family while our dynasty remains a powerful force in this world will stand alongside us as one of High lineage , exempt from poverty in hereby of all things rich and the buildings you deem yours in the lands of all Andalusia shall be yours to claim from now until your line ." This was a bold proposal. " why are you bargaining so high " I inquired " for most mercenaries in the deserts the royals throws them coins exemption from crimes never titles of royalty." " the vermin question the value of your word father !" His son spat out " I told you we should not_ " his father silenced him with a hand and arose from his seat meeting my gaze " you speak the truth of what are kingdoms rewards are for common services in your line of work. But The thick humid air suffocated the whore ridden music thumpin streets of the Storyville district of New Orleans. On the corners of shabby buildings prostitutes were wrapped on wall corners , hips gyrating with soft moans escaping there lips. From swinging open patio doors of the nightclubs bars jazz music seeped and rian through the stone roads. On the corners were carriages carrying the middle class inhabitants and navy men fresh from port. sweaty ands in in there pockets plying with cash and coins that would later find a home |