SANCTUARY PT 2

MERHABA MY FRIENDS....

`THE GATE`

As the footsteps grew nearer, the Templar rose,
ready to strike a blow with his broad sword, he
yielded his stance as the Saxon Priest burst through
the door. `The enemy are at the gate my Lord knight`,
`I counted ten heathen souls my lord, their faces
masked with shrouds of silk and they are armed
with half moon scabbards`......

Compose yourself priest, the Templar spoke quietly,
my companion is in need of your prayers. The dying
Templar groaned in the corner of the dimly lite room.

The Templar's mind was racing, his heart pounding
like a drum with the expectations of the unknown.
The pounding on the Gate echoed within the tower like
the sound of a thousand charging horse. the priest
was kneeling over the dying Templar, mumbling prayers,
he stopped the very same instance as the banging on
the gate ceased. He knelt trembling, in the act of prayer.

He looked down at the now dead Templar, he quickly
glanced at the tower door, silence filled the room.
The remaining Templar cast an eye about the room,
looking for an escape route, the roof of the tower was
his most likely escape route, the crumbling timber was
already split in places, allowing the moonlight to sprinkle
through,...it was his only way out.

He would have to act quickly in an attempt to evade his
foe, a quick glance towards his dead companion, and a
promise to scribe a lament for another fallen Templar.

He quickly set about his escape......if it be gods will.

(Turkstory)


TURK :)...HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND MY FRIENDS