When the bards begin to play…

WE’RE HERE, LIVE, BRINGING YOU PART 2 OF THE SERIES ON MY NOVEL!

Today’s exerpt comes from Chapter 10 and is a follow on from Saren’s battle that we saw the beginnings of in last week’s post.

The last exerpt can be found here.

So, sit back, relax and enjoy this little piece of writing.

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Thaydden rose to his feet, and all eyes turned from Saren to him.

“Soldiers, colleagues, …friends. We welcome Saren of Ethor into our tent this evening to share a meal with us. A choice lies him tonight. Does he continue on his lonely path, adventuring alone without a home, or does he join us and become a member of our family?” Thaydden began in a booming voice as a few cheers rose from the crowd.

“No doubt as many of you have already heard, Saren bravely stepped into the ring this morning with our very own Lieutenant Elari. Now, as much as I would love to go into more detail, it has been repeatedly requested that we let Vendaror and Dracia have the honour of recounting the battle.” Thaydden waved his hand expressively toward the tables and sat back down in his chair.

Dracia stood and walked back up to where Saren was still standing, giving him a wink and a nudge before pointing at the free chair next to Thaydden at the far table. Saren slowly headed toward it, as a black clad individual from Phantom squad stood and moved to the far corner of the tent, coming back carrying a lute.

Saren took the free seat and closed his eyes, already wishing he were anywhere else than right here, right now.

 

A tune began to play from the lute, and Saren opened his eyes as a melodious voice began to sing.

 

“The young new fighter stood strong and brave

Against the Lieutenant, who’s look was grave

With a swish and a slash, their swords did clash

Young Saren’s style seeming a tad too rash.

 

Elari stood firm, with the skills of a master,

No matter how he tried, Saren could not get past her

The counter attack was swift and caught Saren off guard

Now the strong young fighter saught to plant his feet hard.

 

Gritting his teeth, the fighter pushed through

Fighting back with such strength, he did strike true

The Lieutenant showed that she was done with this fight

Young Saren was thrown clear by her will and her might.

 

This new young fighter stood mighty and true

Unbounded potential we all did view.”

 

The last notes slowly died away as Vendaror lowered the lute and Dracia finished her song.

They both bowed, as everyone within the tent started clapping wildly, before returning to their seats.

Saren wanted to bury his head in his hands, but he clapped along with everyone else.

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Those lyrics were probably the most poetry I think I’ve ever done. And will be done never again.

 

Stay tuned for next week’s, and the 80-day post!