my best shot

as the preist look out from the parpit, he watched the masses of infidels invade his home land. knowing he would be called on to fight he took from it's resting place his fathers sword which had been use to defend this citadel a generation before.

returning to the pulpit with his family blade he waited and watched as the destruction washed over the city.

he was there to open the doors as the survivors started to flood in.

at long last the last survivor arrived and preporations could be made.

the horde took their time destroying the city and were slow to approch the citadel. the preist had choosen the best archers of the survivors to stand as sentrys, so when the shout came that the heathons had arrived, he was at peace with himself. charging at the head of this ragtag bunch of survivors his thoughts were of his family that awaited him.

what happens after this is in the history books.
the survivors were no match for the invaders and were all slain, but, not befor inflicting a large number of casualties on the invaders.

it is said that the preist still watches over the land where the last citadel once stood.

A short story I hope sci fi is okay...

The sky was a mix of blues, reds and greens as the battle raged over the small oceanic world of selena VII. Citadel station, the pride of the Selii was under attack, under attack by one of their many enemies. The arrogant and decadent people of the many arcapellagos had too many said enemies to name effectively. The commander of the station sat in his chair, confident in his assured victory, the many screens and lights highlighting their fighter squadrons had shown that the selii had good cause for their arrogance, the 'primitive' as they called it, fighter attack was ebbing.

"Damage and casualty report."

The tall man boomed, his arrogance cutting the air like thick smog.

"The armor is holding sir, minor damage on the port construction array... Squadron three is returning for repairs and... that's it, another primate raid beaten off admiral."

The man smiled wider as the young sensor operator mentioned that last bit, another kill on his tally, another reason that he should be called 'governor pailus' instead of plain 'admiral'. The next few moments dispelled the older man's happiness however.

"Sir... Sensors are reading... They're strange as though... Well... I'm... Wait a minute. Sir. Squadron two isn't responding... now squadron six is... It's vanished."

The reason for these words was slowly making itself visible. The station bore witness to eighteen shimmering shapes appearing out of the either. The admiral stood up, only to be shaken by a massive blue light appearing from the center of the ring of shapes. The calm blue lights of the station were slowly turning yellow. It was so clear to him now what had just happened, the primitive 'fighter picket' sacrificed themselves so that this collective of hidden vessels could line up in formation and finally bring about the end of so many years of arrogance. The ring of vessels adjusted itself as a massive bolt of energy formed in the center of the formation, adjusting it's fire to cut off the head of the snake before it could arm it's own massive guns. All admiral pailus could do was clench his fist and curse himself for what brought him so far on selena, his arrogance. The selii cheered as they saw the massive blue light that followed, not even realizing until they saw eighteen shapes decend upon the planet that their citadel and in turn the focal point of the shield generators that kept them so safe was gone. So began the time of woe...

This is what I imagine...

As the Empire watches their city burn to the ground, they prepare for the imminent attack on their last Citadel. As archers and heavily armored soldiers take their positions, they begin to see the army walk through the burning remains of the city, marching towards the Citadel. Their armor stained with crimson and glowing from the embers, they draw their swords, all bathed in blood. The men of God pray to the soldiers as their lives are nothing more than a coin in the air, Fate deciding their victory or defeat. The Empire's General orders the archers to fire, but their fear causes their minds to be flushed in chaos. They try to barricade the gate, but the army's Battering Ram breaks the gate, the army rushes through the Citadel like a Tsunami. As blood begins to flood the shattered ground, the Empire's General orders the soldiers to attack. Fearful but determined, they rush the army, only to be swallowed by the army. The General fights for his life as his brothers and sisters fall to the taste of cold steel, he begins to feel Death's Embrace slowly wrap around him. He slits the throat of an enemy, he feels a sharp pain rip through his heart, crimson pouring down his torso. As he falls to his knees, he sees the main building crumble to the ground, the screams of the innocent piercing his dwindling mind. The moments as his knees crash to the ground are of regret that his soldiers did not prepare for this...demon-like army. A foot step shatters his thoughts, the General looks up to see the enemy's general, identified by the intimidating armor he...no, it wore. For what felt like an eternity, they locked eyes. The enemy whispered something that sounded like "I'm sorry, my brother". As the enemy swings it's blood-stained sword, the General felt, heard, and thought nothing more...

Love the song, by the way ^-^

Inspiring.

A man stood at the top of a high stone edifice overlooking a great expansive stretch of wilderness. He stared over it with a solemn expression, awaiting something. What he did not know, but he knew to watch for it. Slowly with the clack of heavy armour his brother at arms crept up next to him, "Here, it's a cold night." he spake and handed over a dark steaming drink in a sturdy ceramic mug. "Thank you." he responded and looked back down, the second man walking over to his post where he relieved the watchman there. Suddenly, further down the wall a cry of alarm came up. "TO ARMS! TO ARMS! THE CITADEL IS UNDER ATTACK! TO ARMS!" came the anonymous call. Soon there was the thunderous sound of men running to fortify the point of attack, as well as the blast of horns. The first man stood shoulder to shoulder with the second man. Both drew their weapons and stood ready to fight.

Overhead one could see the approaching force looming in the twilight. They seemed to stretch on to the horizon. It was unlikely that the fortress would hold. The citizens were hurriedly prepared for evacuation whilst the army readied for combat, the sleeping roused, the militia called to duty. They would hold till the people were away.

Kay.

So like this d00d, his name was Henry right? And his ambition was to like i donnno. But like yeah then like Henry like, totally like went to like, this like place, like uhh yeah. And like he like didnt like, know what like, his like, ambition like was like, like was. So like uhh. Yeah. The end.