Here's my piece of writing Bastion ~ The Goldenboy - Prologue The sun was setting over the burnt, blackened battlefield. Upon a throne of corpses lay Sigurd; his blood pooling around him. His eyes were closed, his breathing ragged and uneven, but he was alive. A soldier jogged up to him and knelt on the bloody ground. Sigurd opened his eyes. It was Kaedr, thankfully. The only person whom Sigurd would have allowed to disturb him at such a time. "Sir, I've radio-ed a medical team, they're on the way now Sir" "Bloody hell Kaedr it's been years since you met me, and you still call me Sir. I'm going to die, will you please call me Sigurd for once. Oh and call off the medical team, I'm not having them fussing over me in my last hour." "But Sir ... I mean Sigurd, you can't just give up." Kaedr stuttered. Sigurd closed his eyes again. "Kaedr my life is flashing before my eyes, you know what that means. I'm gonna' die today, and I intend to do it right here, just you and me." Kaedr sat and watched Sigurd, his eyes seemed to be looming around beneath his lids. It was freaky, but nothing a grizzled old veteran like Kaedr would be bothered by. Sigurd spoke; a final rasp from his mouth. "Aye ... My life flashes before my eyes", he opens his eyes and gazes straight at Kaedr, "I tell you what though old friend, it's a damn good one to watch, you an' me, we been through some tough times together. You're like a brother to me, bonded through the blood and grime of a life of warfare. It's you that's made my life worth watching Kaedr, so thank you. When I sit at my place in Valhalla, I'll git' ye a space if I have to throw Odin himself out of his throne. Then we can look back an' laugh about our adventures over a pint 'o beer. Make sure your life is worth watching Kaedr, 'cause one day you'll be in this same position, watching it flash before your eyes." With that Sigurd let out his last, long breath. His eyes glazed over and the light winked out of them. His mouth was set forever in a warriors' defiance. Kaedr lent forwards and gently closed Sigurd's eyes. "You're right old friend, it's been a damn good 'un. Don't you worry, I'll carry on your legacy, I'll earn my place in Valhalla, though I've no doubt you'll find another excuse to wrestle with the Gods. Farewell, for now, Sigurd Goldenboy, one day may we meet again." With that, Kaedr picked up Sigurd's limp frame and began carrying it back to the camp. The blood-red sunset blazed over his shoulder, like a final respect to Sigurd, and his life of battle and bloodshed. What d'ya think??
Small skill? The description was great! I barely knew the carachters and I was sad!!! Never underestimate yourself!!!