Free From Bondage

The stallion cries of battle began to rattle through the ranks far and wide. Now the smallings had nothing to hide. They would march behind the royal knights into the dawn. They would approach Vastious soon as the sun careen through the sky reaching higher and higher. The smallings would capture fate in their grasp and throw no caution to the wind. Now they were crossing the mountains of endless snow. They were in the valley mountain pass that was fiercely defended by Fluria and Vastious as a gateway to their kingdom of Pleth-Era. The battle was beginning. There was an army of big foot snowmen marching toward them now. The tall hair creatures were towering over them even on horseback. The big foot soldiers were ten feet tall or more. They felt like David and Goliath making an impossible match on the battlefield. Now the smallings would have to face these monstrous creatures of myth and ferocity as the forged toward the city past the valley. The monsters were so massive that they needed no swords, but they had swords as long as a horse that they swung with the speed and skill of men who had trained since boyhood with the blade. The big foot had no need for bow and arrow but they aimed gargantuan flaming and poisoned arrows at the army of royal warriors and smallings. The sky rained fire in the ferocious snow covered air. The wintry wind slapped their faces with angry open fists and froze their breath. Even the thick coating of hair on the smallings bodies was not enough to protect them from the cold, though they had the fearsome skin of werewolves and the thrashing teeth of blood-drinking vampires. The battle raged on as hundreds of big foot emerged hidden in the mountains of endless snow. The cruel cold of murder and death echoed in the wind, as the bloody breeze did blow. The screams of lives coming to an end were endless and hollow.