Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Battle of Montijo - Red Like Igneous Blood
The Bard: "Listen the sound of the march and battle horns. Straw and food burning in pyres gushing in the sky spiraled black smoke. The fires licking the sky. A red sun contemplated in the wings of a dragon. Many dragons. Red Dragons. Roaring to the enemy. In that evening of calm winds where the death danced her favorite dance. Ahhh, Montijo..."
"Wake up..."
Erik Eyolf: "And I woke up in the world of shades. Perhaps the death. The bard's words echoed in my head as the clang of a powerful bell. Until I open my eyes. And by the Elune, I don't know which powerful magic exists in the presence of Death himself. The sky was red with vivid fire, but the black smoke darkened the earth in a realm of terror. The soldiers died in battle were kneeling and looking their mortal remains to follow a long travel while another ones tried to fix their own guts. A small army of deformed ghosts they still joined in some endless fights, probably without noticing that the death had already danced there. The crows was still there, flying between the worlds, existing at the same time in the two. And in the eyes of a crow that savored a delicious banquet of human eye, I saw. I reminded.
The Stormwalkers marched to the battle. The arrows flying over our heads. Captain Karl walked at my side with a powerful shield. I could hear the first pain grunts of the soldiers behind me. The arrows bled us, but we moved forward. My swords began the battle dance of death.
Diving in the abyss I shimmered the worlds behind the world. When I looked at my sides I saw the fall of the first two dragons. Bleeding against the enemies swords the first wounded was Sir Edward of Limbar and Lord Uther Von Dingerlood. They took with them Sir Norman of Fontan. But I moved forward and it was necessary to preserve our wounded friends. To kill our enemies. But that damned bad luck. I walked in the field among the ghosts and I saw again the fall of the dragons. Sir Talius I got to see. And we dragged with us other two enemies to the profundities of unconsciousness. The most disturbing went to seek Sir Brom. When I looked at him, the crows attacked me and robbed my vision. Swords crossed my armour and bit my body.
I see myself covered with blood, feeling my onw blood flowing hot under the armor. I fall and many Red Dragons fell with me. Of the shades of death I saw my brother Karl running and sliding to kneel down at my side. The enemy horseman moved forward. Some few horses. Manticores. Katsuyori Takeda's sword tried to reach me, but a powerful shield protected my body. Captain Karl held the blow and attacked the horse, rotating the sword in the free hand to open the belly of the horse. The Stormwalkers bled the cavalry and everything that remained was a drunk ride in the direction of the arrows. The last Dragons that resisted bravely: Morgan, Mauricius and Fluturn. Guardians of the battlefield."
Erik looked at the General of Sirion and Marshal of the Red Dragons. He raised the mug and had a good sip of beer. He still felt the new scar burning a little. Cauterized with dragon fire in a silver blade.
Erik Eyolf: "That was what I saw in my insane dreams during my unconsciousness. Now tell me what I didn't get to see..."
