Fallen Glen by Eldeago
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(note: At the request of several emails, and site mails wanting to know more of Duke Sebastian El'deago I will Start the Chronicles of The Fallen Knight)
First mention of the House El'deago in the Histories of Coulithorne, comes in a poem by King Ticulas of the Hatiti. He wrote out of reverence and awe of the lone house that stood against his mighty army at what was to become known as Fallen Glen. But I will let his poem speak for him.
FALLEN GLEN
His kings army in retreat, he called the three hundred!
Out numbered ten to one yet gathered his kindred.
The line spread to thin at every bend;
there were only ten
His uncles his cousins, nephews, and son stood
to his kin!
Lance to lance shield to shield stood the brave three hundred!
Three thousand strong the enemy stood ready to charge!
Yet not one man wavered in that line, but all stood large!
Duke Rafael's voice rang out midst the clang, "must buy time"
The enemy advances, but the three hundred beat their
shields In rhyme.
Rafael "buy the king time" and the swords to
shields beating in Rhyme
The enemy advance, louder and louder did their war cry ring!
But did the swords on shields ring, and the three hundred sing!
Like the roar of thunder lance meets shields
and swords meet swords, but none yield!
For two hours the battle rages and blood covers
the field!
When all is done and all is said of the three hundred,
wounded and week stands only one!
In blood soaked armor the Dukes
fifteen-year-Old son!
Surrounded by thousands, he raises to fight again!
To die beside his father and the rest of his blood kin!
A thousand lances lower, and as many swords
rise in salute,
As all around the noise has fallen and the enemy becomes
Mute!
Then a Voice rings out loud and clear,
"that is my only son!
And of all my kin who on this battlefield lay
He is the last one!
I come to claim him and take him home,
kill me if that were your whim!
For I have come for my son, and am
willing to die with him!
A king raises his arm, and rivers of soldiers part
the way!
The warriors salute is given, and mother and son
Live another day .
Comments (9)
shahlaa
Oh WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, This is perfect!!! I Love that pose and outfit, superb job on the detail...love that background, a fav here, very well done!
thecytron
Nice work!
densa
wonderful love her pose and your words
ontar1
Excellent poem and work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sessan53
Very great work on this picture - and superb poem:-)hugs sessan
LudyMelltSekher
@>---Hello my dear friend, Precious and brilliant artwork, Impressive!! Congratulations!! A million stars from me.** Have a wonderful Thursday, Hug and kiss in Your heart. Luminous Blessings Ludy--<--<@
CrimsonDesire
Oh wonderfulls and yay for mum coming to save her little one! She is very braves, awesomes ^^
ChristineG
wow stunning outfit Hugs C
mikeerson
She looks great, don't get me wrong, but if she was to battle, she better lose the helmet - cause she can't see.