Here's some stuff I did just now. It's a bit meh at the moment, but anyway.
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Gladius awoke. All was silent. As he was about to return to his slumber, he heard the twang of an arrow being loosed from its bow, then a dull thud as its head buried itself in a tree nearby. Rising slowly, he crouched in the shadow of the tree against the trunk of which he had slept. The soldier unsheathed his bronze sword, its blade dulled so as not to attract unnecessary attention. Unable to see past his oustretched hands, he tried to remember the landscape of the orchard in which his troop had spent the night. As his recalling of the area grew, his eyes gradually accustomed to the darkness.
Suddenly, as he wandered about aimlessly, he realised that he didn't know where he had left his things, including his shield, armour and supplies. Trying to retrace his steps, he focused more on his surroundings. An ageing oak, a withering willow. An owl eyeing its prey, a hapless mouse that scurried along, unaware thats its death was so near. Gladius considered this. Was he merely a small, insignificant mite, being watched down on by some higher, more powerful being? The warrior dismissed these thoughts. It was not his place to ponder such things. He was a soldier of Emperor Fabian, one amongst thousands others, merely a pawn intended to do its master's willing. He moved on. A bush, its crown flourishing with glossy berries. Another sky-scratching oak. Was he going in circles? No, of course not. But the notion still crept into his mind. He paced faster and faster, becoming more nervous as he passed more oak trees, their bark grinding against him as he passed. Then, as his mind was at its weakest, all hell broke loose.
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C&C please!
tyrannis
