Sara's Story
#1 of Sara's story
This is my first ever story. Please comment on it and be completly honest. I would like to thank Teller of tails for proof reading this and editing. Thank you and enjoy.
Her eyes flicked back and forth, trying to keep all her opponents in sight. She wasn't doing very well at it. Her opponent had her against the wall. Her arms shook with the strain of wielding her massive scimitar. Sweat dripped from her body and into her eyes, causing her vision to blur. She dare not wipe her eyes, for her opponents would all charge and overwhelm her. She desperately sot a way out, none was found.
Her body had small scratches on it. Her breastplate had several dents in it and one leather strap was broken. The chain mail skirt she wore was rent in several places from her opponent sharp claws. Her scimitar was covered in the black blood of the demonic creatures she faced, making the handle slick. Her only big wound was a large gash across her right leg. She knew she wasn't getting out of this alive.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of metal come streaking in from the side. A tall figure in full plate mail, wielding a long sword in its right hand and a large shield strapped to its left arm, dove at the creatures with unrelenting fury. She took the confusion caused by the armored figure and loosed a loud roar, adding to the confusion, as she charged the demons.
Swinging her scimitar in a swift arc, she decapitated the first demon and proceeded to do the same to its friends.
Her sword cut a deadly swath of blood and destruction through the ranks of demons until none stood to face her. A grunt behind her caused her to spin around to face the noise. Before her stood a somewhat tall creature that stood on two legs like herself but lacked wings and a tail. The creature stood a little over six feet and wore a red tabard over its breastplate but that wasn't the strangest feature of it. Its face lacked any snout or muzzle most creatures she knew about had. Its face was covered by a plain full helm; no distinguishing features could be made from underneath it.
The creature bowed to her while saying "My lady," in a deep voice, smacked the side of its shield than turned around and walked away.
She stood there, puzzled, watching strange creature walked away, until it vanished from sight. "Weird," she muttered under her breath as she pulled out a semi-clean cloth and began wiping down her scimitar. As she finished cleaning off enough blood to allow her to return the massive blade to the sheath on her back, a voice spoke from the shadows. "Sara . . ." "Who's there," she shouted, and slowly spun around looking around the room for the body belonging to the voice.
"Sara . . ." the mournful voice whispered again. "Come out where ever you are," she called out to the apparently empty room. A large shadow formed behind her and whispered it's haunting call to her once more. "Sara . . ." It reached for her...
She swung her sword at the approaching shadow demon but it passed right through it, and as the shadow reached her, a blinding pain shot through the right side of her face, located mostly around her eye. She shut her eyes against the pain and opened her maw to scream, but found she could not. As the shadow flowed down her throat, a voice whispered in her mind.
"Sara . . . Remember . . ."
She opened her eyes and screamed. As her scream died away so did the pain in her head. She sat up in her bed and clutched at her head, muttering, "Why does it come back, why." As she rocked back and forth in her bed, she couldn't help but think about the shadows message.
"Sara . . . Remember . . . You are destined for great things . . ."