| For Me or Country | | | Author: | | | IP: | 149.168.XXXX | | Date: | 07/22/02 11:07 | | Game Type: | Warcraft 3 | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 5, Min: 5
Lifetime Rating for Zephyrus: 4.2000 |  | Brilliant rays of light pierce the darkness as Padius opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep out in the tree again, but was surprised his Dad hadn’t waked him up at the crack of dawn. The bright sunlight glittered off the morning dew as the sun climbed higher into the sky. The gentle wind flowed calmly over the field, and like waves of the sea, the wheat swayed to and fro. He cursed, he was supposed to up at the crack of dawn to help his Dad clear the fields. Some late showers that kept the field wet and unworkable had already set them behind. He quickly jumped down from the tree and ran inside to get a quick bite to eat and then go help his Dad.
“Slow down Padius, your Dad doesn’t need you right this instant. I did not raise you without manners. You will sit down say grace and eat a normal breakfast.”
“But mom, Dad’s been out there for hours and I was supposed to help him clear out the rest of your garden!”
“You will eat breakfast and then go.” She said sternly.
Padius knew he had no room left for argument. He was going to have to sit down say grace and eat his breakfast. Having said a hasty grace, he started his breakfast. He was eating as fast as his mouth can chew knowing that the longer he eats the later he will be. After downing his porridge, he stuffed some eggs in his mouth, grabbed two sausage links and ran out the front door.
“Finish your breakfast!” His mom yelled at him. She knew he wasn’t going to comeback, but hoped that the more she said it, the more of what she said would sink in.
“I am finishing my breakfast! It was good we’ll have to do it again sometime. Does tomorrow morning sound good to you?” He yelled backwards as he stuffed a sausage link into his mouth and chuckled. As he turned he saw his Dad in the distance looking right at him. There was a slightly uncomfortable feeling in his heart as he ran, but he shrugged it off as he approached his Dad.
“Morning sleepy head!”
“Morning Dad. You shouldn’t have let me sleep in late. We are already behind schedule harvesting the wheat.”
“Bah! It’s a big day for you, I don’t care if some merchant won’t buy my wheat because I’m a week or so late. There will always be a buyer for your Dad’s famous wheat!” His Dad said with a wink.
“Dad you spoil me too much.” He said with a laugh. “So, where do we start?”
“Well, we finished the far field about two weeks ago and I just finished clearing out your mom’s garden for the year. That leaves the main field which I figure if we start on today, we can be done in about a month and a half or so.”
“Looks like you’ve already got started, I’ll be right back, I’m going to the shed to grab a scythe. When I get back, you better have some wheat left for me to work on!” Padius chuckled as he left for the shed
The shed slowly came into view. It was between the far field and the main field. A small ten by eleven-foot shed held all the tools they needed. He opened the latch that held the door closed and slowly swung the door outward. They had just changed the hinge on the door and it opened noiselessly. It was a modest shed. There was a lantern that could be lit during the night and random tools all seemingly having their own place in the shed. He picked up the scythe at such an angle that the blade caught the sun as he turned blinding him for a second. This was all the time needed; he slipped on the still damp wood and fell on his back knocking him out.
As he drifted in blackness, the nagging feeling came back at him. He tried shrugging it of again, but it just pulled harder at him. Someone had started chanting. The voice was so familiar, but he just couldn’t place the person to which it belonged. The chanting was fast and fluid, with each breath taken, the blackness receded to light. As the chant hit its climax, his world was flooded with light as he stared into the sky. He floated upwards and onto his feet. He was now looking directly into the front line of demonic looking creatures. He swung his scythe out in front of him in reflex. To his astonishment, in his hand was an axe. He looked at himself and was shocked yet again. He had on medium armor and was brandishing a shield three quarters of his height.
Watching in awe the battle raging around him, he noticed that he was bathed in a bright light. He looked up just in time to see a misty image of himself, or what he thought was himself but slightly older descend into him. As the mist merged with his body, he felt warm and tingly. He gasped as memories and thoughts flooded back into him. He remembered where he and what the dream was all about. That was the day he lost his life. A flame coursed through his heart. Something he had felt a long time ago, a time when he was soldier. It kept him alive in all those years of war. It consumed everything in his mind and left grim determination. A grim determination to stay alive and kill anyone that stood in his way.
The tide was against him and his comrades. They were being pushed back and morale was low. Morlune was starting to look tired and worn and that did not help matters. With a grim determination he strolled into the horde. He was an unstoppable machine. Every grunt and troll that approached him no matter size or strength was cut down within seconds. As he mowed his way into the midst of the horde, he found himself looking straight into the eyes of a blademaster. He was no stranger to the strength of an Orc blademaster.
“Human, you dare challenge me? Your puny strength makes you an unworthy opponent. Leave you will be spared for your courage.”
“I will not leave. I will make you taste the cold steel of my axe. You will feel the pain of being defeated by an inferior man!” Padius said in a grim tone.
“Fool! You will be awarded for your arrogance with death.” He screamed as he rushed Padius.
Padius smirked as he got the blademaster to do exactly what he had wanted. With battle worn reflex, he picked upped a fallen comrade’s blade and threw it at the blademaster. With such a big sword, the blademaster had to make a giant arc to swipe the blade away. Because of his forward momentum and the fast reflex response, he was caught slightly off balance. This was all the time Padius needed. He ducked beneath the long glowing blade and swung his axe at the muscled legs left unprotected by the swing.
With a dull thwap, he knew he had just left the blademaster’s right leg one and a half feet shorter. The over confident Orc fell onto his right side, and Padius wasted no time in burying his axe in the fallen enemy’s chest. Blackish blood poured from the stump formerly known as a leg as it spewed from the open chest wound. Padius watched the Orc’s burning eyes grow silent, and knew that the battle was over. He wrenched his axe from the fallen blademaster’s chest and watched as the Orc’s around him fan out and retreat from his location. He looked around and saw that the horde was quickly running for cover in the dark forest.
His comrades were cheering for another hard won victory. He sat down and sighed as the flame died within his heart. He loathed killing; he would rather provide food or mine for the people, any people, then to see them die on a battlefield. Just another raid, he thought to himself. Soon, he would be able to go back to his mine and see the sweet sunrise and sunset again. Who knows, one day he might be granted the money and permission to start up his own farm. He picked up his dropped axe and got up. What a day this had been he thought as he headed back towards the town. He wanted nothing less then a little rest and relaxation.
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