Fangs of War
— Does something happen outside? What is this noise that erodes and envelops my thoughts? — The strange uncertainty of yesteryear invades my thoughts tonight. The scenes of the battles and adventures I have experienced are played out in detail when I close my eyes.
I feel the anger and suffering of those I lost in battle.
I get up, still with the effect of the last breath I drank, my vision dims and returns, like fireflies blinking in the thick dark night outside the Tavern.
“You lost your fangs of war, your thinking is slow and uncertain. You fear you have traded your bow for a few coins and a good glass of beer.” — The voice in my head utters these words as a sad elven tune hummed by ancient warriors who went mad during battle. I shake my head no and realize I still have a pitcher of water on the bedroom table.
I drink the liquid jar and hear a noise coming from my bedroom door.
I turn on the lamp and turn to the door, catching a glimpse of a creature forming, apparently humanoid, with blackened skin like dawn. At the same moment a slight chill runs down my spine and I see the monster coming towards me, I try to catch the dagger next to my table but it is too late, the creature throws me to the window and, outside my bar I meet the ground already unconscious.
(This is a translate from my original storie posted on brazilian foruns:
QFC
: 4-5-867-61585). This is my first translate, sorry for some errors.
08-Oct-2019 15:21:49
