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ลำดับตอนที่ #4 : The Invasion
General J. Kenneth 3rd April, 1034
The Invasion
The night was on fire. The walls were in ruin. Just by the looks of it, we were long doomed.
"Hold the towers! Archers, burn the rams!" I shouted, at my loudest voice, to the dead men. The castle, left defenseless, came to the last hour of its struggle. "Fire!"
Below the ramparts a mammoth army of devil pushed in. It's huge battering rams only discouraged the men. Far ahead the villages seemed to be on fire, smoke rising. As seen already the Lord would not be pleased. But the Lord wasn't here. It was only me.
On the walls the bowmen grabbed for their arrows, their shaky hands. Above them already the rain of arrows was falling. Men by men. Dead. Burnt. I watched hopelessly, feeling the heat of that night. For Boundora it was over.
I knew it in my heart who we were fighting. I remembered their green, devilish banner. It was Pronus. No one else. As I watched the opposite tower crumpled before me, stone by stone, rolling down to destruction.
The shout of men was haunting. The ram was at the gate, pounding. The earth vibrated with the battle cry, so did my heart. That minute I knew, the war was lost.
The archers could hold the walls no longer. The trebuchets ahead threw rocks at us. Within minutes the walls were unmanned, abandoned, or the twere wiped out. I was alone on that tower. Smoke rose to my eyes.
Below the clanking of swords. Steel impacted. I ran down, the collapsed stairs that took me into battle. Only one charge, we were given, one opportunity. We wasted it quickly. Boundorians were in terror. Houses were on fire. Firewatchers came in, shot by distant crossbowmen. In the midst of the war I could not tell who I was hitting. In the blurry smoked air I thought I was dead.
But unluckily, I wasn't.
When I felt my heart again the war was lost. Boundora was theirs this time. We surrendered, or if not perhaps the castle would be gone. Tremendous heat gradually faded. It soon became morning.
I only prayed we were killed, rather than tortured. My prayers faded in the wind.
For only a second I had the chance to see the devil's face. Pronus. His long beard, evil eyes. It hurt me well, and I was held back by his vicious slaves, or I would have killed him. I didn't stand a chance.
He came up to me, though. Or would it be 'it'. It came up to me, and it voiced a hollow sound. "This is the end of you. This is the end of this pathetic castle."
I only listened. Standing in my Lord's place. And I could only hope that last night never came to me. I couldn't stop blaming myself for the loss that will change the face of Boundora, forever.
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