The Buildings burn around us, Churches are set ablaze. I wade through a street of corpses. We are hemmed in by our enemy. With my blade I hew my way out of the furnace, I delve into the infidel who's body springs forth red wells. This once great Crusader haven has become the den of Satan. My comrades abandon their posts, they flee seeking salvation in the ships. I stand alone, preparing to face the tempest. My white tunic is covered in soot, blood mingles with the scarlet cross. I cry out to God, but I hear no answer. I am at the mercy of Mamuluke Commander.
Ships set sail, as flaming arrows fell. I remain abandoned in this hell, waiting for the devil. The ground did thunder as the Saracens did plunder. Left to my fate, I stood ready with my blade. Crossing myself once more, I plunged into the Infidel Horde. Swords did oscillate, and spears did break. In the chaos I fell upon my face and did partake of the red vintage in the streets. The blow rendered me paralyzed, there I laid waiting for my demise. But in the fading light I saw a man clad in white and then all went dark. I awoke on a cot in some inner chamber. Candles did flicker, outside I could hear the sounds of war. I arose to asceetain my condition, I could stand and as I approached the window, a mighty rock broke through collapsing part of the wall.
Arising from debris I beheld my brothers fighting on the walls of the Monastry. Arrows did fly, blades did collide, and shields rang like bells on the mountainside. Seizing my sword, I joined the fight. There were twelve of us left, twelve Templars against an innumerable foe. It was plain to see we would die, but not alone. We gathered together, shining like pearls beneath the fading sunlight, our crosses burned like red flames as we met the Mamulukes in battle. In that moment I felt only peace, my soul ready, and my heart willing to embrace the life to come.
XAnonymous Templar KnightX
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