Battle of Sword Halls
I stumble to the center, my companions by my side.
Above us roar foul beasts, a troll or two I think.
I clutch my harp closer, its wood frame smooth and fine.
At my back stands my Captain, banner planted firm,
By my side my Hunter-friend, his bow string tight and sure.
My fingers pluck a note, a little song of hope.
The battle grounds are ready for the bloodshed to begin.
The horn is sounded, the beasts above us howl.
My fingers sweep the strings, a soft urgent melody,
Arrows whiz past my cheek, a rush of wind in my hair
I spin about and dance away, my fingers flash--
Flames rush for us as arrows hail the ground and
The ringing of sword strikes echoes through the halls
Another tune, a swift strum,
Our foes begin to fall
As Hunter and Captain do their best to quickly end the battle
A desperate glance at my friends, a flash of melody,
Green bars rise all around, a battle shout from me
A flinch of pain and gasp of breath,
Fire licking at my feet
I dance away from flame and death, my fingers a blur of harmony,
My Captain’s angry growl, a shout of fury
More arrows rain upon us, my Hunter lets them fly
I spin about behind my friends, my fingers start to bleed
The strings are slick with blood, their song begins to fade
I pick them harder and push aside the pain
A slow burning melody, to save my friends again
The ring of crashing swords grows dim,
As little by little our foe begins to fail,
A rush of arrows, a valiant thrust of steel
A fervent chord on bloodied strings,
A cry of terror and rush of wind
At last this battle ends.
I falter, the harp falls at my feet
My Hunter-friend and Captain can only stare
They flinch in dismay at what they see,
A broken little Minstrel, bloodied and sore
Her harp upon the ground, its strings frayed and torn
I stumble as I pick it up and try to hide the pain
This battle isn’t over, it’s barely begun.
I strum a chord, and stand tall, bloody fingers ready
My Hunter-friend and Captain shoot me a weary grin,
The second horn sounds at last
The battle begins again…