Mourning After Dawn (my story):
A war. A war fought for thirty, long, hard years. A war fought with hatred, anguish, and trial. A war spread across the mighty lands of the Spanish plains to the cold, dark sea of the Baltics. Everyone knew on the dawn of September's Midi that it was going to end. It did.
When the knights of the Teutonic lead by Fendrel, Leader of the Baltic Order came to destroy the Order of Rising Dawn, it was a cold and quiet morning. As they waited in the very field they were to die in, the sun began to rise and with it: Damascus and his Mourning Knights. Charging wave after another, the armies were matched in an even battle. Knight after knight fell, one replacing the other, the other replacing two.
By eleven, the Teutonics were becoming strained in numbers. Fendrel nearly ordered an authorized retreat, but it was almost mid-day. His forces strained to stop the onslaught reaching them, the Order of Rising Dawn seemed to be growing in numbers as more and more soldiers came from the West.
Mid-day. Time for a win. A church in the North tolled out its bells, as did many other churches around. Everyone looked to the sky and from above came a Heavenly Angel, called by the Teutonic order to stop he Rising Dawn. The angel rose her sword and all called. Men fell to the ground, their weapons coming with them. Generals retreated as far as they could, but it was not enough. No man was far enough from the almighty power of Heaven. The Teutonics were destined to win.
Six eve. The sun was setting and no hope was left for The Order of Rising Dawn. Each man was brought down by a heavenly blow which none could escape. There was no way for reinforcments to push through as The Teutonics had all opportunities blocked. Damascus, losing hope held up his hand to the opposing army. All stopped. A white flag rose above the army signalling surrender. Damascus began moving towards Fendrel for negotiations when a column of fire rose above him. The Templar of The Inferno, Mathius rose out of the column and challenged the Heavenly Angel. Their duel seemed to last forever. Sword blow after sword blow, block after block, hit after hit. No one was destined to win this battle.
Eight. Famine began to strike the armies and medics ran to both sides, curing all wounded. The armies were coming to an agreement, yet the angels were not. Mathius was weakening the angel, who could not stand to block any of his heavy strikes. The battle was going to last forever.
Midnight. The armies were finally in an agreement and all men made new company with eachother. The angels did not.
One. The armies huddled for warmth in fires all around the battlefield. The angels did not stop their onslaught.
Four. Rising Dawn. Out of the clouds came a horse and on that horse came a knight on a dark steed. Mathius and the angel did not care to notice. The knight quickly threw his speak into the back of the angel and into the chest of Mathius. The knights looked to the sky in surprise, some in anger. "This fighting must stop!" said the angel.
"I am here for the dawn after each night and each morn you are all out here, fighting, killing eachother when you could be brothers!"
"On this day, when the fighting has finally stopped, the angels did not! You are all never to fight again, or else you shall feel my wrath."
"I order the Order of The Teutonics and the Order of The Rising Dawn to be vanquished and for all men to go home, when the next battle is fought on this field, I will show no mercy. All involved will be killed in my wrath and will die in suffering!"
The knight on dark steed left, riding his horse up a hill, which was surrounded by the corpses of the knights killed in this very battle. With a wave of his hand, Fendrel and Damascus returned, standing on different sides of the battlefield. The armies stared at eachother. Fendrel raised his hand. All spears rose, turned, and left for the homeland.