Jihad: Excerpt number 2
November 11th 2008 09:32
I've been making quite a bit of progress on Jihad, so here's just a little poem from the beginning of the chapter I'm currently working on:
Twins together shall make
The paths of the world
To judge those who fall
And keep the world in fairness.
These two together work
To make the world a better place
Until the day
He corrupted Fate.
And a paragraph or two from a bit earlier:
My door began to open as I watched, and to my horror it was a figure in black that stood in the
doorway. The Black Knight, something told me, my breathing growing shallow as I stared at the scythe
in his hand, and finally met his eyes, which were as red as ever.
“No,” I whispered, “not now!”
I found myself backing away, off the bed and up against the wall. He simply stood there, his
eyes focused on mine. I waited for a long time, trying to breath properly instead of in short, shallow
breaths. He took a step forward, and this time it was louder; it echoed in my mind as I watched him, my
eyes wide and focused directly on his.
Another step forward and again it echoed through my mind, though I knew in my heart no one
else would hear it. No one would come to my rescue like they had in my dream. I found myself trying
to scream, to try to alert someone to what was going on, but there was no voice left in me. My throat
was dry and scratchy and all I could do was huddle against the wall and stare in shock and terror.
“No,” I found myself somehow whispering again, trying to think of a way that I could challenge this
legend and failing, my heart sinking and a sick feeling in my stomach.
****
The Black Knight is mentioned earlier in a few places as a very legendary inhuman warrior, and it is not known for who he really fights, or his name or anything about him at all; he is a mystery and a very deadly one...
Twins together shall make
The paths of the world
To judge those who fall
And keep the world in fairness.
These two together work
To make the world a better place
Until the day
He corrupted Fate.
And a paragraph or two from a bit earlier:
My door began to open as I watched, and to my horror it was a figure in black that stood in the
doorway. The Black Knight, something told me, my breathing growing shallow as I stared at the scythe
in his hand, and finally met his eyes, which were as red as ever.
“No,” I whispered, “not now!”
I found myself backing away, off the bed and up against the wall. He simply stood there, his
eyes focused on mine. I waited for a long time, trying to breath properly instead of in short, shallow
breaths. He took a step forward, and this time it was louder; it echoed in my mind as I watched him, my
eyes wide and focused directly on his.
Another step forward and again it echoed through my mind, though I knew in my heart no one
else would hear it. No one would come to my rescue like they had in my dream. I found myself trying
to scream, to try to alert someone to what was going on, but there was no voice left in me. My throat
was dry and scratchy and all I could do was huddle against the wall and stare in shock and terror.
“No,” I found myself somehow whispering again, trying to think of a way that I could challenge this
legend and failing, my heart sinking and a sick feeling in my stomach.
****
The Black Knight is mentioned earlier in a few places as a very legendary inhuman warrior, and it is not known for who he really fights, or his name or anything about him at all; he is a mystery and a very deadly one...
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