BuddhaKekz
04-20-2012, 07:55 AM
This is my entry for the Frost Field Short Story Contest.
We heard about the demons just a few months ago. At first we thought those were just exaggerations, just a new breed of beasts that looked infernal.
The people of the Frost Field always lived in peace with the beasts, or I should say in an armed truce? It doesn't matter, we had no intentions attacking the beast and we hoped they didn't either.
But then the hellish armies marched northwards and they burned everything on their way. That was when we learned the truth. There was no chance for a truce, they would mercilessly attack us, our women, our children and our elderly.
Yet their was still hope. Legends told about a powerful mage who encased himself in the ice of the mountains to be reborn when Newerth needed him. If the story was true he would help us, he would save us. So I gathered the best warriors of my village to go into the mountains and search for this man.
We found him after 3 days. It was majestic to see this wizard in his frozen prison. He looked old, older than the eldest of our tribe. At the same time he had this aura of wisdom and power. Just standing before him made me feel energetic. I pulled my pickaxe out of my back and started mining the ice and soon my followers would do the same. After about one hour we finally got to the mage.
The cracks in the ice became deeper and the prisoner started moving again. First his hands, then his whole body started twitching. With an expolsion he set himself free. Instantly we bowed before him. He looked into my eyes and said: "I am Glacius, Lord of the Frost Fields! Why do you wake me from my eternal slumber?" I gasped and replied: "Master Glacius, the demons of Hell are invading our peaceful land. Will you save us from them?"
Glacius kept staring at me and finally opened his mouth: "No." With that he started levitating through our ranks while we were to shocked to move from what we heard. Only the youngest of our group stopped the mage. "You were our last hope!" "There is no hope" he said and continued his way down the mountain.
Some say he joined the Hellbourne but I refuse to believe this. It can't be. He was supposed to save us.
We heard about the demons just a few months ago. At first we thought those were just exaggerations, just a new breed of beasts that looked infernal.
The people of the Frost Field always lived in peace with the beasts, or I should say in an armed truce? It doesn't matter, we had no intentions attacking the beast and we hoped they didn't either.
But then the hellish armies marched northwards and they burned everything on their way. That was when we learned the truth. There was no chance for a truce, they would mercilessly attack us, our women, our children and our elderly.
Yet their was still hope. Legends told about a powerful mage who encased himself in the ice of the mountains to be reborn when Newerth needed him. If the story was true he would help us, he would save us. So I gathered the best warriors of my village to go into the mountains and search for this man.
We found him after 3 days. It was majestic to see this wizard in his frozen prison. He looked old, older than the eldest of our tribe. At the same time he had this aura of wisdom and power. Just standing before him made me feel energetic. I pulled my pickaxe out of my back and started mining the ice and soon my followers would do the same. After about one hour we finally got to the mage.
The cracks in the ice became deeper and the prisoner started moving again. First his hands, then his whole body started twitching. With an expolsion he set himself free. Instantly we bowed before him. He looked into my eyes and said: "I am Glacius, Lord of the Frost Fields! Why do you wake me from my eternal slumber?" I gasped and replied: "Master Glacius, the demons of Hell are invading our peaceful land. Will you save us from them?"
Glacius kept staring at me and finally opened his mouth: "No." With that he started levitating through our ranks while we were to shocked to move from what we heard. Only the youngest of our group stopped the mage. "You were our last hope!" "There is no hope" he said and continued his way down the mountain.
Some say he joined the Hellbourne but I refuse to believe this. It can't be. He was supposed to save us.