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The Siege of Syrn

by Josiah T.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a piece of a longer writing project. You can view the entire project here: The Siege of Syrn

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Josiah T. on January 8, 2008

The Siege of Syrn: Part XIV

Dirk went out onto the street and began to sprint toward the gate to the first level. He ran through the gate. His wound, still tender, began to ache. He slowed for a minute, panting. Then he ran down again toward the next gate.

Questions began to turn through his head. What had happened? Where was Arem? How long could they hold out? All these ran through his head. He had no answers, so he chased them back out again.

Upon nearing the first gate he drew his sword. The light from the burning town down below made it almost bright enough to see behind the wall.

Men were running to and fro, everyone was shouting. No one seemed to know what was going on or where they were supposed to be. Dirk ran up the steps onto the wall to get a better view.

A knot of men seemed to be trying to make their way back to the gate, but Thargonite troops had cut them off. The men were fighting bravely, but were getting quickly surrounded.

Then Dirk heard a familiar voice rise above the din, "Break ranks! Run!!" It was Arem! Fear boiled up in Dirk's heart as he watched. Some of the men scattered and ran, trying to make headway against the Thargonites, but a several stayed grouped closely together.

Then some the Thargonites turned and ran for the gate which was standing open to let the Aidarian troops in. Dirk let out a yell and leaped down the steps toward the gate. Many men from the wall followed him.

Things down below still seemed to be in chaos. Dirk halted and yelled as loud as he could, "TO THE GATE!! Swordsmen in front! Archers behind! We must fight!!"

After what seemed an eternity, ordered seemed to slowly come. Men ran forward to take their positions. Everyone seemed to look expectantly at Dirk.

Dirk's mind, not expecting to have to command the defense, began working furiously to create a plan. Then he shouted to the defenders "Hold!" The Thargonites were less then three hundred yards away now, "Archers ready!" Two hundred fifty... "Aim!" Two hundred... One hundred fifty... "FIRE!!"

The archers loosed their arrows into the oncoming crowd. Many Thargonites fell dead in their tracks "Prepare to fire!" More kept coming... The Aidarian party was now within two hundred yards also... "Fire!" The archers shot again. The arrows fell in a deadly rain on the Thargonites. This time, however, many of the Thargonites raised their shields, and far fewer fell.

"Swordsmen, charge!!" With a roar, the bulk of the swordsmen standing in the doorway, perhaps two hundred or so, ran forward throwing themselves on the Thargonites.

The Thargonite attack force faltered for a moment under the vicious counter attack. Dirk ran forward with the others, even though his wound still throbbed dully in his side.

He did not have to do anything, however. Under the weight of the counter attack, the Thargonites broke off and fled. The Aidarian retreat rushed through the gate, and the gate slammed shut behind them.

Dirk rushed through the men trying to find Arem. Then he saw why the retreat had been so slow, and the Thargonites had been able to surround them.

In the center of the retreat lay the commander of the defense on a stretcher - dead.

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