Boas...
Bem, eu fiz uma pequena composição em inglês, e recebi muito boas críticas.
Achei que fazia por bem partilhá-las com o resto do Fórum...
Não sei se farei mais, este "saiu" mesmo...
NOTA: Está em inglês, a tradução para português tira-lhe muitos recursos estilísticos e ênfase...
THE NECROMANCER
The Captain called. He woke up form his spring dream; his wife and small daughter playing in the corn fields. Then he heard the voice…
- “Raise the shields!”
He stood still, not understanding where it came from, or why it was talking to him. His arm rose without him doing so. He opened his eyes and looked to his left. A narrow beam of light illuminating his green eyes, from what seemed to be an arrow through the shield.
Damien lifted his buddy’s arm in time to save his best friend’s life. He suddenly remembered. The sound of metal finding metal started filling his ears. The rising heat from within his old and rusty armor, the heavy sword, pending from his hand, all around him started gaining form.
From afar, he saw as the first row of Leynirs rushed into the enemy pikemen’s line. The horses fell, but the enemy’s quarters had a breech, it was time for them to make a move.
He knew those horses, he raised some of them. Closing his eyes passing by them he and Damien now fought side by side, killing and mutilating their enemies as they advanced.
One by one, they were falling, victory seemed granted, but then the reinforcements came. His friend and him stood ground and faced the raising enemy waves, that came on and on endlessly.
Then it happened, a mounted spearman jumped from the enemy’s lines. Time slowed down. The sound seemed fainting as he heard the spear crushing his friend’s chest, his brother’s chest. His eyes turning gloss, whitening… Sound started disrupting. His own eyes were now cloudy in tears. First came confusion, then sorrow, and finally anger took over.
His paladin’s sword shined with the sun, and without mercy and hesitation he spilled blood in all directions. Arrows, swords, spears and magic, all got deflected as the killing wave continued rising.
His enemies started retrieving. He fought alone… The enemy trembled in fear, the dead were fighting…
Those he once called friend now marched against him, one by one, they died once again.
“And then it was… The moment I wished never came… Has his eyes crossed mine, I fought no more…”
-GT-