Prompt 1: The Last Battle

[Kaitlin 22]

Fic goes here

[Marie 73]

2 min, 148 words. Oh yeah.

 

The sounds of wolves howls filled the air, reverberating against Mat's skull. He couldn't see so much as the man to either side of him through all the smoke and dust. He gripped his spear as hard as his sweaty palms would allow him, striking out at any hairy muzzle that stepped in his path. He couldn't be sure but he assumed he was shouting and in the Old Tongue at that. It didn't matter; nothing could be heard over the howls and the screams. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of Rand blazing like the sun was gripped in his fist. The debris cleared enough for him to make out two figures, probably female, following in his wake. Mat had no time to call out or wonder what his friend was up to, he was too busy trying to survive.

[Kaitlin 22]

Damn! I haven't even started thinking about what to write.

 

I love how vivid this is, and that you used Mat's pov. It puts you right in the middle of it, closer than if you were seeing it from a channeler's pov.

 

The wolves, Mat, and seeing Rand. Three of them together.

[Vertex 23]

Moiraine blinked, trying to clear her head. She had overextended herself and knew she should feel horror as the beastly enemy charged. Instead, she fell to her knees, blackness threatening to overtake her. With an effort of will, she raised her head but that was all she could do as the gleaming blade slammed through her chest. The force of impact broke the blade and she was sent sprawling in the red mud. Then Thom was cradling her head, heartbroken and crying her name. She managed one last smile, for him, her one true love, and then she was gone.

[jan 14]

 

What?!

 

[Vertex 23]

Blame Marie, she made me!

[Olivia 26]

Bawwwww

[FortyFiveAuto 1]

234 words:

 

Gnarled, blue-white bolts of lightning streaked upward with a resonating roar, crashing into the light-swallowing black clouds of the Blight's infernal sky. A fiery, rotating vortex loomed in the distance over Shayol Ghul and radiated its putrescent glow upon the decayed, fetid land. The howls of darkhounds and the screams of jumara filled the air in a discordant crescendo, foretelling the doom of men.

 

Darkness emanated from Shaidar Haran's promontory vantage, his black cloak motionless as death, even amid the foul winds that blew toward the bottleneck called Tarwin's Gap. From the South he surveyed the men on horseback as they rode insolently into the hostile landscape. A battalion of at least two thousand men wearing the hadori were drawing their horses ever inward, as though they did not even notice the Blight among them. They were Bordermen to the last man, thought Shaidar Haran, but it was the tall man at their head with eyes like burnished blue steel who would be his personal quarry.

 

Bloodless lips peeled back to reveal a rictus sneer. These men would be riding directly into their own deaths. The smile on his face widened as he considered the tempers these men's souls would provide the shadow blades, not to mention pleasure of killing them. "Attack." The word sounded like the crumbling of rotted, dried leaves. One hundred thousand trollocs and myrddraal moved swiftly to obey his command.

Edited February 11, 2011 by FortyFiveAuto

[Kaitlin 22]

*shivers* I adore this.

 

And no, Vertex, no!

[Jaime Jai'melar 1]

While the trollocs are busy ravaging the human race. Unknown to Shaidar Haran, a silver lining from the darkened sky starts to open and light up the darkened world brought about by the last battle. Amidst the shouts and clangs of weapons against weapons - a reverberating sound was heard as clear as the twang of a harp in an abandoned room - a sound that seems to stretch for eternity.

 

"Was that what I think it is Lord Perrin?" Neald asked.

 

"I don't know. But may the light help us Neald. May he help us." Perrin answered, ears listening where the sound came from. Burn it! It seems to come from everywhere, from every direction! Rand where are you?!Looking from behind him, he gave a last swift look at those lining up in a defensive position - Two Rivers Men armed with their long bows. How many would die just to defeat the shadow? Too much had died already just so they could reach the place. But how many would spill blood for each and everyone's salvation?

 

Will I even live to see the end of this? Light help me that I will! Faile!

 

Gripping his reigns, hoping that somewhere the Cha Faile is protecting his wife, Perrin gave one last roar and ordered his men to attack - making sure that the lines that hold the Dark One's minions wouldn't break, he shouted "Fire!" and showers of arrows plummeted toward the side of the battle field where the Dark One's minions are positioned.

 

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Below, directly at the battle field, Mat is trying to survive, hacking the head of trollocs with the butt of his Ashanderei, and from time to time slashing at creatures with the head of eagles and body of humans he tried to search for a secure place. Hack and slash. Hack and slash. There seem to be no end to the hordes of trollocs and Myrdraal in the field. Looking at his side he saw Talmanes, fighting trollocs with his sword and at the same time fending off almost everyone from touching that little chest laid on the floor beside him that hides the Horn of Valere. A horn that would bring dead heroes back to life to help man in his greatest hour of need. Hacking and slashing his way towards Talmanes, he gave a roll when one of the trollocs tried to hack him with its axe. Cursing, Mat pierced it with his spear and slashing all the way down - ripping it apart.

 

Burn it! I am no bloody hero!

 

Grabbing his hat, he continued to reach Talmanes. After what seems like an eternity of hacking and slashing trollocs, Mat reached Talmanes. The young Lord only gave him a glance and a nod as he opened the chest that holds the horn.

 

"Hold those trollocs for me Talmanes!"

 

Nodding, Talmanes continued to attack and defend with his sword, buying enough time for Mat to sound the horn. Opening the chest, he grabbed the horn and without second thoughts - he blew it for the second time. I hope this is the blood last time I'd do this! Burn the pattern! And burn you Rand for making me do this!

 

As he gave the horn a blow, a reverberating sound that seems like to stretch for eternity was heard. A surge of emotion seemed to rush through Mat as he blew the horn. And as he did so, every memory that almost every hero of the horn had seemed to play in his mind like thousands of pictures flickering from one to another. He could see every lives these heroes had lived - every life he had lived. As he blew the horn, one thought came to his mind, one realization. I am them, and they are me. We are one, one with the horn and one with the Dragon. And together, WE WILL WIN THIS BATTLE!

[Ekho 52]

I'm never, ever happy with my WoT fanfiction, hence why I never post any. However I figured I would give this a shot, 278 words:

 

 

Moghedien woke up with a jolt, rain was lashing against her face and she had a searing pain in her side. Grimacing she stood up, gazing around all she could see was blood and bodies. She stumbled over dead trollocs and humans alike, nothing seemed to be alive. All that running and hiding she thought,and yet when I actually fought, I lived. The pain in her side stopped her from embracing the one power, stopped her from travelling away from this nightmare. The distant sounds of battle echoed in the air, every once in a while she would feel someone weaving extraordinary amounts of saidar, but it all seemed so far away now. She just wanted to escape it all, her mindtrap was gone vanishing at some point during the first rush of battle.

 

After some time walking she began to see figures emerge from the smoke. Aes sedai dashing between figures trying to heal as many as they could. A dull ache was spreading throughout her body, If I don't get help I'll die anyway she reasoned, heading forwards. A small woman dressed all in blue walked towards her, looking tired but determined. The small woman said something but Moghedien couldn't hear, her head was buzzing and the world was turning grey.

 

And then suddenly there was light again as Moghedien opened her eyes. It was daylight and she alive. An elderly woman stood beside her bead, smiling:

 

"You were lucky, the aes sedai healed you just in time," She noted, "do you have a name?"

"My name...Lillen, my name is Lillen." Moghedien replied, she had survived.

[Olivia 26]

Nice job, Ekho, I dunno what you're unhappy with! Yay for being about Moggy! I do hope we get to see more of her in AMoL, I've missed her crazed backstabbings the last few books. She and Nynaeve have a score to settle, once and for all.