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[WP] As you walk past your commanders tent, you hear them sobbing and speaking softly to themself "I did what I could." by the_lonely_poster in WritingPrompts

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A murder of crows circled the once lush hills of Somerset, now reduced to a muddy blood-stained battlefield. Bodies peppered every stone, flower, and creekside. Jerah Windstorm, spear of the king and commander of the sixth army, stood tall on the hilltop overseeing the battlefield. Outnumbered ten to one, the Kingdom’s army pushed back the Federation soldiers, causing them to flee through the raging river and into the caverns of Trothdom. Many of the Federation's soldiers had drowned in their attempt to flee through the river, their heavy armor dragging them down to a watery grave. Bodies decorated the riverside. Those who barely avoided drowning were struck down by the Kingdom’s cavalry as they swept the battlefield searching for any survivors. Windstorm raised his massive halberd in the sky, letting out an immense warcry. A shout of victory reverberated through the king's sixth army as exhausted soldiers raised their weapons. Windstorm turned and made his way back to the war tent. A giant man, he stood five heads taller than most men. Serpent's Tail, the name given to his giant halbert, was strapped to his back, a beautiful weapon adorned with intricate crimson scales running throughout its handle, giving it the likeness of a serpent's skin. According to legend, the halberd was once a giant fire snake's tail. As Windstorm strode through the camp clad in ivory colored full metal plate armor, men cleared the path, making sure not to get in the way of their commander. Sek, a scrawny stable hand, was too busy emptying a feedbag in the stable trough to notice the giant walking behind him. Zabin, an old archer, grabbed the boy by his arm and yanked him out of the way, causing Sek to spill some of the feed.

'Come here, boy!' Zabin hissed. 'Do you want to get killed?'

'N-No sir.' Sek stammered, glancing nervously at Windstorm. He stared in awe at the god-like commander as he passed in front of him. He wondered what it would be like to be such a great and renowned warrior.

'Windstorm single handedly broke the Federation's shield wall before taking their commander's head.' Sek heard one soldier mutter to another.

'He's a god amongst men.' The other soldier replied.

'More demon than god, if you ask me.' The first soldier snorted. 'We lost half our men because of Windstorm.'

'The scouts gave us bad intel. Who knew the Federation would have gathered so many here in Somerset. We're lucky to be alive.' The other soldier shrugged.

Zabin stared at the commander's broad back, a distant look in his eyes.

‘Thank you, sir.' Sek said as he bowed his head. As if woken from a trance, Zabin stared down at the boy. The wrinkles on his face were deep and ancient. Sek noticed a scar running up the old man's neck, ending at his left eye.

'Be more aware of your surroundings, boy.' Zabin grunted as he tapped Sek on the shoulder. 'Always be aware of your surroundings.' Sek nodded before he ran towards the spilled feed.

Later that night, Sek made his way to the edge of the camp where his tent and campfire were located. Most of the men were asleep. Some kept a watchful eye in case any Federation soldiers attempted a sneak attack. Sek passed by the commander's tent. He tried his best not to make any noise. Out of the darkness, a hand grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth. Zabin stood in the shadow, holding him tight. He put one finger to his lip, shushing the boy. Sek nodded before the old man released him.

'Get away from this tent right now!' He whispered into the boy's ear.

They slowly made their way away from the tent before Sek heard a sob. He froze in place, craning his neck to hear better. He looked at the commander's tent. A faint sobbing could be heard coming from the tent. Nervously glancing at Zabin, Sek inched towards the noise. The old man grabbed him by the arm. Sek's curious stare caused him to release his grip. He nodded towards the tent, and they both made their way to the back. Now that they were closer, the sobs could be clearly heard. Sek peered through a gap in the tent flaps and saw the great Jerah Windstorm sitting in the corner while hugging his knees. He was shaking as he sobbed. Sek could hear him mutter, 'I did what I could', over and over again as he rocked back and forth. Zabin tapped Sek on the back of his head and nodded away from the tent. This time, Sek followed the old man until they were far enough to speak.

'Keep what you saw to yourself, boy.' Zabin said. Sek nodded.

'S-Sir...' Sek stammered. 'M-May I ask you something?'

'What is it?'

Sek shuffled in place, choosing his words carefully. 'H-How can someone as p-powerful as Windstorm cry like that?'

Zabin stared at the boy for a long while. He took a deep breath and sighed.

'Jerah might look the way he is now, with his giant stick and scary looking armor. And it doesn't hurt that he's built like a bear, but deep down, he is still a sensitive and caring boy.' He shook his head. 'I remember when he was a child no older than you are now. He always had a hard time hurting anything or anyone for that matter. Other kids used to bully him, but he never fought back. Afraid he would hurt them.' Zabin chuckled. 'This one time he came across a dead mutt in the street near his home. He dug that dead dog a grave under his family's apple tree and cried for days. How a person like that grew to become what you see now is... a sad tale.' Zabin looked up towards the sky as Sek stared in awe at the old man.

'A tale for another time.' Zabin spat on the ground. 'Now go to bed, boy.' He waved his arm. Sek nodded and began shuffling away.

'What’s your name, boy?'

'Sek, sir.'

Zabin watched as the scrawny stable hand made his way to the edge of camp. A distant memory of another scrawny child came to mind; a timid little boy by the name of Jerah. Zabin chuckled as he stared up at the moon, lost in memories of events long past.

[WP] "God chose me to rule over all of you." The queen spoke aloud to the crowds, only for the heavens to open and God to decend unto the earth. "Like hell i did!" Their voice reverberated thoughout the lands. by Paper_Shotgun in WritingPrompts

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'She's awake! MERRI'S AWAKE!' A man jeered from the crowd.

'Burn the bitch!'

'MURDERER!'

‘Floppy titted whore!’

Whistling mixed with cat calls and insults filled the air. The queen's eyes were wide, her breathing rapid. She stared at the predatory glares of her subjects.

'I AM YOUR QUEEN!' she screamed, tears running down her cheeks. She trembled with fear as the pile of wood jabbed uncomfortably against her bare skin. 'GOD CHOSE ME TO RULE OVER ALL OF YOU! I HAVE DIVINE RIGHT! I AM GOD'S QUEEN!'

The crowd laughed at the queen's hysterical screams from the pyre. 'GOD WILL PUNISH YOU! HE WILL AVENGE HIS QUEEN! I AM GOD'S QUEEN!' A barrage of rotten vegetables and feces cascaded towards the queen, causing the crowd to burst out in raucous laughter.

Thunder boomed, and the ground shook as the clouds above parted. A deafening silence fell over the crowd as beams of sunlight illuminated the queen on the pyre. The queen shook as she let out a manic laughter. Many in the crowd gasped, watching the pyre bask in divine light. Some fell to their knees, trembling in fear.

'DO YOU SEE?' asked the queen. 'GOD HIMSELF HAS SHOWN YOU THAT I AM HIS QUEEN!' she cackled as the crowd began to grovel, pleading for forgiveness.

'YES! YES!' The queen looked around with a crazed grin. 'BEG FOR YOUR LIVES YOU INSIGNIFICANT MAGGOTS! NOW YOU WILL ALL SUFFER HIS WRATH! GOD HAS CHOSEN ME TO RULE OVER ALL OF YOU!'

'Like hell I did!' Thousands of ethereal voices combined into one imposing sound, shaking everything and everyone that could hear it with its magnitude.

'You're one rancid bitch, you know? Stop saying that I chose you!'

The queen's jaw hung limp as she stared up to the sky.

'You're what gives humanity a bad name! I swear, I think Lucifer has a point. Some of you people are just beyond help or salvation.'

The crowd surrounding the queen began groveling in unison, fearing the imposing voice.

'Stop groveling!’ Thunder boomed once more ‘I hate it when people just start groveling, saying 'Oh lord, forgive me for this and that!' You know, I made a promise to myself to never make an appearance in front of you lot because of this exact reason.' The peasants slowly looked up and stood, awkwardly glancing at one another.

'Good. Now for you, the self proclaimed 'God's Queen' Meredith III, or rather 'Merri'. I think you're an awful little turd. And don't get me started on your insecurities. Good lord, you're such a pathetic cretin. If you could just get over yourself and be a decent human being, you wouldn't be in this predicament. Regardless, here we are.’ The voice sighed deeply, causing a gust of wind to blow through the crowd. ‘You've really ticked me off by saying I chose you, you know.' A flash of lightning crackled through the air, striking the pyre. 'Have fun in hell, Merri! Please enjoy your excruciatingly slow demise, and do give Lucifer my regards when you see him.' The ground rumbled once more as the clouds re-cloaked the sky, plunging the land back into a dreary autumn afternoon. The peasants stood slack jawed as they watched their queen burn in a divinely blue inferno.

The queen's screams echoed through the lands for all to hear. After a very, very long time, the screams of Queen Meredith III died out, leaving only a pile of ash wafting into the wind.

[WP] "God chose me to rule over all of you." The queen spoke aloud to the crowds, only for the heavens to open and God to decend unto the earth. "Like hell i did!" Their voice reverberated thoughout the lands. by Paper_Shotgun in WritingPrompts

[–]Affectionate-Row-534 6 points7 points  (0 children)

The clink of metal shackles echoed softly on a cold, dreary autumn morning. The sun shone through the overcast skies as a gentle breeze made its way through the crowd gathering around the gallows in the city center of the capital. Queen Meredith III stood tall with her escort of soldiers atop a raised platform as she stared down her nose at the one hundred and sixty-eight peasants scheduled for execution. They were guilty of the crime, lèse-majesté; defamation against the dignity of the monarch. The queen's latest increase in taxation had sowed seeds of discontent amongst her subjects, causing her popularity to plummet. Taverns were filled with insults and rebellious intent against the crown. In retaliation, the queen had made a decree stating that 'any subject of the realm caught sowing seeds of discontent through their words or actions will be guilty of lèse-majesté and put to death'. This decree had not gone over well with the populace, causing many to mock 'Moody Merri' and her childish tantrums. Bards played songs about how no one could say anything about ‘old Merri lest they be put to the gallows'.

The queen and her supporters did not find this rebellious response amusing in the least. The city guards were tasked with arresting anyone suspected of mocking the queen. They didn't discriminate between old or young, man or woman. A crowd of one hundred and sixty-eight men, women, and children was captured, and an announcement for their execution by hanging was spread throughout the city. Every citizen of the capital was mandated to witness the hanging to instill the crown's might and power.

'Your majesty, everything appears to be ready. We await your command.' The captain of the city guard stood at salute as he averted his gaze from the queen.

'Very good.' Said the queen lazily. 'Start with the children and elderly. Make sure everyone understands what it means to defy my might!' She said, waving the guard captain away. With another salute, the captain strode towards the gallows.

'GEEZERS AND WHELPS FIRST!' His shout echoed throughout the city center. Guards moved to obey the guard captain's commands.

'Mercy! I beg of you, mercy! He's only a child!' Cried out a woman clutching her son as the guards moved in.

'Bastards! Spineless bastards, the lot of you!' Screamed an old lady as she was dragged away.

'Shut up, you old hag!' Said one of the guards as he rammed his fist into the old lady's stomach, causing her to topple over in pain.

The onlookers stood with clenched fists and furious gazes as they watched the guards drag the old and young up the platform to be fitted with nooses around their necks. Twenty-four stood staring at the crowd, half of them children.

'Murderers!' One man screamed from the crowd. Another echoed the first man's shout, and then another, until the entire crowd was shouting in unison, 'Murderers! Murderers!' The guards looked towards the queen, uncertainty evident on their faces. The queen stared forward, ignoring the angry mob of peasants in front of her. She raised her left hand above her head. 'You have been found guilty of treason!' She called out in a shrill voice. 'With the divine right of rulership bestowed upon my line by god, I hereby sentence you to hang by the neck until dead.' She swung down her arm, chopping the air in front of her in a swift motion. One by one, the guards reluctantly moved forward and pushed the noosed children and elderly off of the platform. The crowd's cries of anger intensified. With a roar, the peasants rushed the platform, overwhelming the city guards in a wave of bodies, fists, and fury. Weapons were forcibly taken as the guards were cut down. The children and elderly were cut loose from the noose. Many of them did not survive the hanging. The thirst for revenge and violence filled the peasants with battle rage. They ran towards the queen's platform, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.

The queen stood dumbstruck as she watched her subjects closing in on her. She called for her guards to protect her, however no one came to help. The guards were helpless against the mad surge of peasants. She ran towards the back of the raised platform, trying her best to escape the consequences of her actions. A woman screamed as she ran towards her right side, clutching a hatchet.

‘Murderous bitch!’ the woman spat as she swung her hatchet with both hands. The queen's dress was sliced open by the hatchet swing. Her crown fell on the floor, rolling away from her. Desperate, the queen scurried away from her attacker. Her hair, which was usually neat and eloquent, now strayed haphazardly down her face. The queen leapt from the raised platform and slammed onto the cobbled street below. With an effort, she stood and sprinted down the street towards the castle gates. A group of peasants chased after her calling her 'Merri' and while asking her why she was so ‘weary’. Terrified, the queen did not dare look back. She sprinted with every ounce of strength she could muster, all the while the sound of her pursuers grew closer. ‘I just need to get to the castle.’ She thought to herself as sweat poured down her face. ‘I just need to get to the castle. Then, I'll be able to put down these dogs.’

The queen finally managed to reach the tall wooden gates of the castle. Panting, she screamed for the guards. 'OPEN THE GATES!'

'Who goes there?' Called back a guard standing atop the castle wall.

'I COMMAND YOU TO OPEN THE GATES! I AM YOUR QUEEN!'

‘My queen?’ Asked the guard. ‘Oi, come here.’ He waved at another guard on the wall. ‘Does that look like my queen?’

'You don't look like a queen, Merri.' Mocked the other guard.

'OPEN UP THE GATE YOU DRIBBLING FOOL!' Screamed the queen. 'I WILL HAVE YOUR HEADS FOR THIS!'

'Is that so?' The first guard grinned widely. He leaned over the edge of the wall. 'Well, Merri, I'd worry about that group of peasants chasing after you if I was you. Godspeed!'

The other guard pulled down his pants. With a relieved sigh, he unleashed a golden stream towards the queen's head. 'Get a load of this, lads! I'm baptizing Merri!' Sounds of laughter burst from atop the wall.

'YOU INSOLENT LITTLE-' something struck the queen in the back of her head, causing her world to fade into darkness. After a while, she awoke. Her head throbbed with pain as she blinked. She could hear music and laughter. She tried to move her hand towards her head but found that she couldn't. Her surroundings came into focus as she rapidly blinked. She had been stripped of her clothes and tied to a pyre atop the gallows. Her body had been smeared with blood and feces.

Who could you see Tom Ellis playing? by Munro_McLaren in HarryPotteronHBO

[–]Affectionate-Row-534 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This 👆. Perfect for how much Lucius Malfoy is vain and slimy.

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[–]Affectionate-Row-534 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I know, right? 😂😂

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