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Semper Fidelis Res stepped up to the parapet and held his arms aloft.
Soldiers! Hear me! he called for all to hear, his voice booming around the cavern. Men and women alike turned to look at him. Their unsure muttering died down in respect for the Guardian of their realm. A thunderous boom shattered the silence as the orcs rammed the door. Res paused, and waited for the echo to die.
I know one thing in this life to be constant. He held up a solitary finger. One thing. And that is my loyalty. I could be above the very fires of Hell, my boots burning; And still I would laugh at the Devil and tell him I forsake him for my loyalties to others. We stand on the edge of battle! The enemy pounding at our door! As if to prove a point the Orcs ram hit home again, splintering the wood of the door. And I give my loyalty to
Trainee Demon Hunter I crashed through the window and hit the ground. I wasnt able to roll my shoulder so I sprawled heavily on the glass covered floor, shredding my skin. I was dimly aware of a scream, or it could have been a shout. I didnt take any notice. I rolled onto my back with my hands up, barely in time to catch the demon.
It growled and I pushed against the demons snatching claws, scarcely keeping them off me. It took another awkward slash at me howling in anger. My heart almost stopped when I felt the claw scrape along my cheek. Red hot pain shot into the wound and I gasped. The demon screeched and took a lunging bite at my face. This time my heart did stop.
Loosing my cool I did something stupid then. I let go of his left claw, and grabbed its throat. The teeth snapped shut, scraping the bridge of my nose. When my mind processed that it now
To Be? Or Not To Be? At the beginning of my eleventh year of school I was not really keen on literature. My English teacher Mr Grey changed that in ways you cannot imagine. I fell in love with poets like Keats, and Coleridge. And I fell in love with theatre; more specifically Shakespeare.
Shakespeare wrote through one of his characters these words:
Too be? Or not too be? That is the question
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to die?
It is ever since I heard these words leave Mr Grey's mouth for the first time - expressed as they were supposed to be expressed, through the mind and mouth of a genius - did I realise that the Prince Hamlet and
Warrior Kiandra heaved herself up against one of the blood stained walls. Her vision was darkening as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Sitting limply, she felt the blood from her side ooze past her fingers and onto the floor. She was dying.
She snapped her eyes open again. That time they had closed fully and stayed closed. For seconds or minutes she didn't know but she was fighting a loosing battle. She had done her part protecting the people of the castle. Now it was time for her to give in to it all and just die. Kiandra's chest rippled and she shuddered. It was suddenly very cold.
Her eyes drooped, and this time she didn't try to stop them. She lay still. The quiet seeping into her as she relaxed into her death. The sound of footsteps startled her out of her sleep.
A healer kneeled beside her. The
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