The bugles sounded!
Rushing hooves are heard in the distance
Shuffling feet up and below
In hurried disharmony
Rebound in the empty halls-
Silence reigns in the Keep.
Archers in position-
Warriors await behind the great fortified
iron gates.
A hand raised!
The approaching hooves carry behind them a
cloud
Of dust masking the incoming horde—
The leader of the Keep, stoic, visibly
perturbed.
His arm remains extended—
His hand in a tight fist—
His eyes transfixed on the enormous cloud
of dust—
Steadily approaching with lightning speed
A banner is seen!
And she emerges—tall, stoical and regal—
She sits erect on her steed—
Her gaze focused on the Keep.
Her glance measuring and assessing the
Keep.
Her voice firm, commanding: “Shower them in
ice and snow,
Archmage—in turbulence fashion, of course,”
she grins her way.
The Archmage, lithe and graceful raises her
hands
Towards the heavens, her headdress slightly
tilted backwards
A strong turbulent blizzard descended upon
the Keep—
Archers, strewn about every which way—
Becoming solid ice blocks—
She leads the way; her entourage follows
closely behind
She dismounts and orders her group in
position.
Armed with her two-hander—
She marches forward to the gates.
Within minutes the fortified gates were
ablaze
And cooled by the Archmage.
The regal figure marches in—
Her army tackling the warriors and the
leader of the Keep.
The stoic, commanding—yet womanly
Figure shouts: “He’s mine! Don’t touch
him!”
She rushes onward and clashes her blade
With the leader of the Keep.
She leaps in the air in a twirling move—
A la ballerina and strikes down her foe—
Slicing him in half—
With the demise of the Keep’s leader—
The remaining warriors surrendered humbly.
She turns about and shouts commandingly:
“I am Qunari—a female!
And I am your Inquisitor!”
©June 11-2014
