Theme Song #40

[Celest]

Music touches people in different ways. Many people enjoy listening to music for inspiration, and others simply listen to it to relax. Some songs tell stories while others allow you to make your own story.
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Your challenge:

Listen to the song above then take a minute or two to think about it.

Write out a scene to this song; make this song your scenes theme song.

Let me know what you see when you listen to this music.​

 

[Scathach]

In the beginning, an empty wasteland. Then, hooves pounding the ground. A bloody battlefield. A rearing warhorse, a bloodied knight on his back, sword in hand. The horse lands and they go galloping toward the enemy, churning the already cut up ground. It is one man against an army. This is to be the battle of the century. They reach the front lines and the horse is fighting, the knight is fighting, his armor bloodied and gashed, a wild look in his eyes as he hacks away with his broadsword. His face is coated in dust, grime, and blood. Another rider appears. She is dressed in black armor, a slightly curved shortsword in either hand. Her black warhorse pulls alongside the knight's own horse. They fight together, moving in tandem, swords dancing and flashing as they cut through the enemy, which retreats before the warriors. She lets loose a fierce war cry, which he matches with a rough scream of his own.

 

[Explicit Escritoire]

A lone female dwarf rogue quickly shifts through the rows of human soldiers. Her existence, meager. Born to poverty, grown from wars and scraps. All she has to live for is what she believes in. Her purpose, non-existent. Born from a spiteful mother, thrown out by a careless father. She knows only the distant and near battles. Her name, Azlaya. Her mission is to assassinate the leader of the human army, lest the entire war fall prey to the prejudice and hate she has experienced her entire life.

The army front was separated into three segments. The elves handled the eastern segment, their bows an inadequate match for those dragonspawn that reached their lines. It was a butchery for the monsters, a place to hack and tear at their next meal with little resistance. The dwarven line was better off for lives, but worse off for progress. The dwarves took up the western front, easily holding back the dragonspawn attacks, but not able to push for their lack reach and speed. Finally, the humans, the selfish leader, took center refuge. The head himself, Armodan, a prejudice man. He believes the elves and dwarves will tire out the dragonspawn, but they are not creatures that rest.

Azlaya arrives at her destination, her target. With no notice, the assassination takes place. Her daggers, enchanting with a poisonous spell by a wizard from her small group of friends, cut through the flesh and bone of the frail human figure. As he falls, she stands, facing Armodan's second in command. Despite the company Armodan held, this man was different. She simply bows to him, and speaks. "Apart we falter, divided we fall, victims to our own prejudices moreso than the claw and fang of our enemy."

A spear quickly presses through her breast, bringing her down to her knees. She looks up at him, what little light left in her eyes showing hope. Pleading him to do what must be done to save her people, and all the peoples of Kazzash. Her final breath, a request and a statement in one. "Together, they will live."

And she perishes at the feet of the man she spilt her faith upon. And somewhere in her afterlife, she is not disappointed.