I'm currently employing the Steve method in writing this one. I slap words onto the screen as fast as I can without caring much for spelling and such until the end. The first page, however, was somewhat edited by me already. I'd like to see if the odd style that I apparently write in when writing quickly is liked by the site. Apparently, my dialogue becomes heavily influenced by the wording of the NKJ Bible. (P.S. The first page mostly sets up the protag and the setting. Romance will come soon but later.)
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Some say fields of flowers during a red sunset are the most beautiful site to behold, but they are wrong. I say it is the battlefield with men on either side being in perfect silence. Yes, there are those who yell, but in moments like this, we all are hushed.
I turn to Achish. He stands by my side with a face like a stone. Forwards he glares at the walls of the enemy. Bir Kale is the only step before victory and glory.
"What do the other commanders say?" I ask Achish.
He doesn't turn his head when he replies, "Sir, they are in disagreement. Neither can decide whether we should lay siege or attack them now. They agreed to follow your word."
"What do you think?"
"I agree with the others."
I stare at the walls. They are not too high, but the gate is thick. Long since my family launched our campaign, I hear whispers of this fortress. Too many raiders or armies of days' old have squandered their forces upon it like waves on a cliff.
But, I earn for the feel of battle. I am the warrior and loved by my men. We could storm the walls with any manner of strategy, yet my men would fall. How much glory would I give if I make only conquered lands and coffins? Though, how much glory would I bring if I sat with my army a year to starve out the bravest of my worthy foes?
"Don't tell the men to expect war tomorrow. I need to think more," I say, "We have come too far to squander the gods' favor. I will retire to my tent."
Achish nods and leaves to relay the orders. I walk to my tent and lay my sword down. She whispers her unquenchable thirst into my ears, but I cannot let her sway me.
I law down and close my eyes. Maybe a rested mind could find the solution to my problem. My mind wanders.
"My lord," says a voice. I rise and see the priest. "May I offer you my opinion?"
"Surely," I say to Mahlon, "I will never rebuke brethren who've traveled through all with me."
"Attack." His gaze holds no sign of humor.
"Excuse me?"
"Attack, slay them all. Savas wishes for you to lead your attack in three days. Then, he will grant you a worthy victory."
I stand and nod. I say, "I will take your words to heart. Thank you for revealing Savas' desire."
"My please, my lord," says Mahlon. He nods and leaves.
I lay out two maps on the floor. One if of the city and the other is of the land. My chariots and horses will be of little use. That is certain. I also won't have enough time now to build the proper tools. Well, we could build a battering ram. All I truly know is that Savas is smiling on me. The Warrior God always favors me, and now he has given me his wisdom.
"My lord," says Achish, "A messenger from our Lord the King approaches." I exit the tent and see my most trusted friend with a rare expression on his face. He shows worry.
"Let us speak to the man to see what my father has to say," I reply.
We walk hurriedly to the edge of our encampment. There, a man bearing the Great King's emblem dismounts his horse. His armor is polishes and his boots are clean, so he stands out easily from my men.
I say to the meseneger, "What is it that my father has to say? Does he not know we are about to overtake Bir Kale and thus the Insanlar?"
The young man clears his throat and lets out in a booming voice, "The Great King himself has given his final order to the Crown Prince Darius. The Great King will give his throne upon his soon death from fevor if the Crown Prince takes and presents his wife to the Great King himself. If upon inspection the Great King finds the wife of the Crown Prince to be unsatisfactory, then the Crown Prince will loose his inheritance. If the Great King finds the wife of the Crown Prince to be satisfactory, then the Crown Prince will inherit the kingdom."
"My father is dying?"
"Um," says the young man, "Yes, the Great King might be dead already. When I left, the Great King couphed up more blood than any mortal man has, or that's what I heard from the good doctor." His composer is fading.
"Tarnations," I mutter under my breath, "I have niether wives nor concubines."
"I have noticed that, my lord. But, could you please spare the life of your humble servant? I wish no ill will upon you or your house."
"No ill will will given," I reply.
The man nods and mounts his horse. He spurs his horse and rides away quickly. Dust and sand flies in the air behind him. I look to the sky and see the sun beating down upon me without mercy. I silently curse Gunes.
I say to Achish, "I cannot defy the wishes of my father without being declared a heretic, yet I cannot let my men be left without their leader. Savas wishes for me to lead them in three days time, but our Lord the King must have me near immediately. Oh, why has fate placed me to defy a god?"
And Achish answer me saying, "This is your burden, my lord, that you must make this decision. I am merely your subordinate."
Why?" I lament, "Oh, the battlefield is without the bickering of gods. Only Savas has his sway, but now my father wishes for me to leave. I will loose favor in Savas' eyes and never again will I be a warrior lest I die!"
But Achish notes, "You will lay down your sword to pick up the scepter. My lord, you have done great works for your army already. The men wish to return to their wives and households, but they wish to return after they have completed their duty to you."
"Achish," I reply, "Your words are like those of a thousand priests to my ears. Perhaps Bigelik Herself has imparted divine wisdom upon my soul through your words, yet I now know what I should do. I only wish that Savas would allow for me to attack now. Then, my problems would have been out of my mind."
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Are my words mega-crud that demanding to ditch this style or should I continue? It's at least fun to write in this way. :)