DJ Mysstryss Kryss's blog: "Dream"

I looked down to the oceanic invaders, their slimy, scaly skin glistening in the sunlight.  Their numbers continued to swell from each village they conquered.  I couldn’t understand it.  I saw no Mar’Nitsi, only Sha’Nerath – water folk.  Disgusting… They rode atop their mounts: horses that were scaly and slimy just like them.  The horses trailed carriages and wagons, two of which were made of stone and nearly three times as large as the horses themselves.  Six each had to pull these wagons. 

I held up my fist.  My clan of sky-warriors stopped flying and looked down at the horde of evil sea-farers.  We had one shot at this.  There were hundreds of thousands of them and only about a thousand of us.  We had the advantage, though.  We had our orendi, our wise folk with us.  Our orendi were warriors as well as magic workers; we could not lose.

I looked at Ajani to my left and Angeni, my lieutenant to my right.  Their eyes mirrored mine.  Ajani, my handsome Ajani, rode atop his beautiful Ampah.  His Ampah and my Itzel had a clutch back at home close to hatching.  Many of our Agarat – Dragon – Warriors had clutches at home, as did our Kel’revn’k Warriors.  We were fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, daughters and sons, riding off to save a world that we did not exist in, but knowing that if we did not save this world, ours would be next.

I looked back down at the mass of slow-moving, writhing multitude: they did not see the threat about to dive in and destroy their meaningless existence.  I almost felt sorry for them.  They were about to lose their lives, and they were oblivious.  They were all mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, daughters and sons.  I had to wonder if they believed in what they were fighting for, or if they even knew what they were fighting for.  I pitied them.  I almost gave the retreat signal.  Almost.

I whistled.

My soldiers veered down and spread out in the arrow formations.  The archers and the riders of warrior agarats – those whose breath froze a man in his tracks – flew at the arrow’s edge, and our orendi flew in the center, blasting the arrows with their magic, helping them fly true.  Ajani and Angeni led their elite warriors to swoop in and take out the head of the horde. 

The arrows flew, hitting their marks.  Frozen smashed corpses littered the ground.  I looked at the riderless agarats, those who were too old to match with a child, but too young to match with warriors.  I patted Itzel on her flanks and she bellowed.  The riderless agarats dove.

I watched as the frenzied Sha’Nerath ducked, dove, and scurried for their weapons, many of which didn’t reach.  Within the first ten minutes, we had dropped their numbers by at least a quarter.  This wasn’t a battle, this was a slaughter.

Ajani and Angeni returned to me with their warriors.  There was no need for the elite; my regular soldiers were decimating these soft, gutless creatures.  We watched as tens after tens were cut down by our least experienced warriors.

I was confused.  It didn’t make any sense.  Even the Mar’Nitsi, peaceful though they were, could have held their own against such weaklings.  A wall made by the Mar’Nitsi orendi was nearly impassable by anyone without flight.  Even a grounded agarat would have had trouble, and yet these slimy, scaly creatures seemed to have no trouble whatsoever.  I searched the ground, the trees, the coast not but ten leagues away, and saw no reinforcements…and then I saw what was in those great stone wagons.

The coverings came off, revealing two great shells.

“Ajani, what is that?”  I pointed at them.

Ajani said nothing but whistled to his men.  They all flew straight at the horns.

Two of the Sha’Nerath hurried behind each of the shells.  I heard nothing.  Trees came crashing down as far as I could see.  My warriors closest to it crashed to the ground

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”  Itzel’s bellows of pain nearly caused me to jump from her back.  “They’re DYING!” she screamed in my head.

I looked back down.  More and more of my warriors dropped out of the air.  Ajani was heading straight for them.

“AJANI, PULL UP!  IT’S A TRAP!”

He pulled on Ampah and tried to go up.  He and his lieutenant, Gerai were the only ones of his elite warriors not to drop.  Ampah and Gerai’s mount, Prakasha, flew haphazardly, as if they were stunned.

“Angeni, GO!  Get your warriors out of here!”  I waved them off and nudged Itzel down.

“I will not go down there,” Itzel said, the sadness in her voice mirroring my fear of losing Ajani.

“Itzel, they are in trouble!” I cried.  “They won’t make it back!  What about your clutch?”

“I will raise them.”  She turned and flew to catch up with Angeni and her five remaining warriors.

I looked back at my Ajani. Ampah and Prakasha tried to follow.  They went limp.  They dropped.  Ajani and Gerai spiraled down and crashed into the pile of what was once thought to be the best warriors on our planet.

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