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They were coming from every direction I could look at. Left, right, front. All were full of waves of arrows.Bookmark here

Maybe I should have just become a simple farmer, with a beautiful wife, happy children and a big house, but I wanted to be remembered. To have a bright future. To come back to my family with a proud smile on my face and show them I could do it. But that is all a dream now. I am going to have a long sleep. Perhaps I will meet Allah, if he truly exists. Bookmark here

I just wanted to be… remembered, he thought as the arrows pierced his armor, striking his insides. He fell down. He didn’t feel any pain, just falling into a warm bath of mud and blood, after a long day.Bookmark here

While the small group of Ottomans were dying by the Romanian soldiers’ arrows in the swamp, Baiazid I ordered the soldiers to put up a camp and build some defences around it.Bookmark here

“You! Over there!”, the sultan yelled at one of the higher ups soldiers. Bookmark here

The soldier who was in charge of the platoon gets up from the fire and presents himself to the sultan. He could feel the sultan’s rage emanating from his raging eyes. Bowing before him, answered.Bookmark here

“Yes, my lord. What is the matter?”, asking on a firm tone hoping he wouldn’t get beheaded.Bookmark here

“Get two teams of men and cross the Jiu waters. I want you to get to their camps and light them on fire. Teach these pests a lesson.”, saying while getting up on his horse and preparing to leave.Bookmark here

The soldier turns to his platoon and other men around them and shouts.Bookmark here

“Ayeee! You heard him! Get your asses up and ready the horses. Prepare your flaming arrows and get moving!”Bookmark here

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“Commander, are you sure they’re gonna pass this way? It’s gotten so late.” Bookmark here

“Do you not trust your commander, Alex?”, the tall man asked. He was taller than any other man in the camp, that is why Mircea chose him for this mission.Bookmark here

“N-No, Sir!”, the boy said trying his best not to crack his voice.Bookmark here

“Sir, look!”, a young boy whispered out to the commander. “You were right to wait here!”, saying with on an excited tone.Bookmark here

“Follow me, and don’t make a sound.” Bookmark here

Tudor, the commander, also called The Dark Death, by his allies, was soundless in the night. He could kill his enemies in an instant. He was unseen… unheard.Bookmark here

Moving soundlessly in the night, he grabbed himself onto a branch, pushing with maximum force through his legs, onto the tree, he dashed through the air pulling he pulled out his daggers, cutting through his enemies’ throats leaving just a few alive.Bookmark here

The others came roaring, preparing to stab them with their spears when-Bookmark here

“Stop!”, Tudor said, stopping before his allies, pointing his daggers at their throats, just as they were about to kill the few lasting Ottoman soldiers.Bookmark here

“S-Sorry, Sir! We didn’t realise”, saying with a trembling.Bookmark here

Tudor lifts his hood, revealing his face. His figure inspired fear, even into his platoon mates. His big black eyes were reflecting the white purity of the moon.Bookmark here

He walked up to the ottoman soldiers that were slowly crawling on the ground and ordered them.Bookmark here

“You go back to your camp and request for a backup team, telling them you have found an open path to our camp.”Bookmark here

The soldiers full of fear stood up and got back on their horses. One of them gave a last quick stare at Tudor, watching his other crewmates stay behind as hostages, before leaving for backup.Bookmark here

How was he able to say that? How does he speak our language? He’s barely a platoon leader. Bookmark here

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In the moonlight, the Romanian soldiers were gathering around the ottoman camp, waiting for the backup team to leave. Bookmark here

That is why Mircea trusted Tudor with this operation. He knew he could count on him to get the enemy forces out of their camp. Bookmark here

Tudor was a smart guy, he realized the backup would be big, so he waited for them to leave in order to attack the main camp and drive them off.Bookmark here

A young boy, came at Tudor, hurrying. Bookmark here

“Sir, they left! Shall we attack?”Bookmark here

Tudor turns to the swamp, watching the enemy backup team leave. Looking at the dark sky, answered with a calm voice.Bookmark here

“Prepare for my signal.”Bookmark here

He readies himself, hopping onto the tree branch, and shouts.Bookmark here

“Fireeeeeeeeeeeee!”Bookmark here

The sky turned bright red.Bookmark here

Abdul, a soldier who barely escaped the previous attack of arrows that caught them in the swamp, looked at the sky. He didn’t panic like the other soldiers, he knew his time has come. He escaped death once, it wouldn’t happen again.Bookmark here

And just like that, a wall of flaming arrows rained upon the Ottoman camp, piercing hundreds of soldiers in their way, and lighting up their tents and settlement.Bookmark here

In an instant, Tudor dashed through the enemy barricades, flying through the burning flames. Bookmark here

He jumps down, takes a deep breath and launches himself at the enemy, spinning, slicing up their throats. He grabs onto an enemy, using him as a shield for the incoming arrows and dashes again, this time through the arrows that were shooting at him. Bookmark here

He slices them up as he approaches the Ottoman soldiers who tremble in fear. Bookmark here

They could see their deaths coming, one after another, after losing their strength, and accepting their deaths, watching Tudor getting closer and closer, leaping from one enemy to another, spitting blood everywhere.Bookmark here

Before he knew it, the sun was rising. Abdul, who survived the flaming wall of arrows, got stabbed in the back, trying to let out a scream, but failing, choking on his own blood after getting his neck struck with a dagger.Bookmark here

Tudor looked eastward, as the sun was rising and the enemies were dying. He saw the Baiazid I, the Ottoman Sultan, leaving with his army.Bookmark here

He wiped off the dirt and blood from his face, pointing his dagger upwards and roaring proudly, as he claimed his victory.Bookmark here

Little did he know that this was just the beginning, and the battle was not over yet.
Joe Gold


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