PoM's One Shot Requests

[Skyblade]

A request for Sir Gonff? How about a story of a righteous warrior's last moments in battle before he gets killed?

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Sure thing Madam Blade!

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Ok, sorry it took me so long, but here it finally is. It might not be as satisfying as it was meant to be, but I hope my point is made in some fashion or another.
TAGS: [THRILLER] [AU] [SAD] [DRAMA] [GRIM]

I added tags since this is being entered into the RAFF Contest.

                                                           For If the Light   
      
   A war is not something one forgets, nor do they want to forget, for in it, character is built, for better or for worse. Death is the only smell. It reeks and fills the heart and brain of those who have the justice of good inside of them. Blood is the paint which walls and bodies bear. Screams are the equivalent of bird song to those who have the heart of a lion and the mind of a hawk. They do not fight for us, themselves, or any other. They fight to defeat evil, and let the good prevail, for it will not go away, only fade. For a light with oil, no matter how much, will always burn.
   From the wall I saw it happen. Our leader, who had led our small army of 200 against the side forces of the Fivedetey's, was hostage. All of our men were slain, except Lord Gilaphad and me. I was sorely wounded, taking two arrow shots to my right knee and one to my left shoulder. Everything had gone black when I was hit, but now I was awake, and in excruciating pain. My mouth was sealed, for if I cried out, my fate would be sealed. So, while my pain unfolded, my attention was on my Commander. How sorrowful and dead he looked. No life sprang from his eyes. No more joy was in his smile, or justice in his expression. All that was left was, well, nothing. He had no were to go, no more time left to live or anything left to live for. His decision to take on this army was a mistake, leading his men to a doom that was un-escapable. We were the meat at the Butcher's hands. But now, with a sword pointed to his neck, the great Captain and Leader was just a simple hostage, only good for information.
"Tell us of the plans which the Royal House Navy possesses Oh Great "Gilaphad"," sneared a voice which sounded like a loon.
A dark, solitary mumble came from the broken mouse. "Rylit, I swore to nev-"
"Oh yes, you swore this, and you swore that, I know, I know, but either you tell me, or I take your life!"
Upon saying this, the enthusiastic general yelled, creating an echo in the small outer area of the fort's grounds.
"Take it then. My duty is my duty."
"Fine with me! Any last words, Oh Mighty General?"
Gilaphad looked up into his enemy's soulless, dark eyes with his own.
"The Light which stands for all good and right in this world will never go out. The Darkness which consumes you Rylit, is evil and cunning, tearing away at your soul. It will go out. All Darkness is, is the absence of Light; and when that Light shines, all of the Darkness will wither away. Just. Like. You."

Hot blood sprayed on the crazed fox as the thump of a body and sword falling to the ground sounded. His eyes looked down at his victim. He pulled his sword out of the Valiant Man's neck and licked the sticky substance off.
"Ok men, head to Sertuyn! We will out breach the walls, just like this dump." And with that, he walked out of the small Fort's walls and down the gravel path, still shaken by what his foe had uttered to him.

Many years later, the battle plans and war logic found in General Gilaphad's notes where used, and the great Fivedetey was defeated. Today, a statue of him is set at the remains of the Fort. A small plaque under it reads: Darkness is the Absence of Light, and no matter how much oil, the Light will always burn.

[Dibbun Against Bedtime]

That was.... amazing. I'm speechless.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Thank you very much DAB! I hope it wasn't cheesy.

[Skyblade]

That was.... amazing. I'm speechless.

This ^

No, it wasn't cheesy at all. I liked it very much. You have a brilliant grip on the English language, Gonff. Hone the gift you have.

Thank you not only for this, but also for all the things you have taught me - though possibly inadvertently.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

I am glad you enjoyed it! Never did I intend to teach anyone anything, but if you say that I have, then what ever I did I hope I did well.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Sorry for the DP, but Cap'n asked me while back to right him a poem about the forest, and I made two real quick for him, so here they are!

Why must I?

Confined am I, in this era,
Where we love our inventions,
And expel adventure and freedom.
Why must I watch?
A world full of life and beauty,
Ripped from its core by us,
Its guardians.
Why must I stay?
It pulls me,
Rushing exploration up my roots,
Just as we did with toxins to them.
Why must I conform?
The World dreads it,
Peace and simplicity,
Yet it is the pact of our world.
Why must I hide?
If it calls,
Then I will answer,
As if my childhood friend has returned.
Why must I go on?
For it is not about "the People",
We swore to protect it,
And now, our duty calls.

A Home

The sweet smell,
Caused by its own workers.
Shades of green,
Pour down like a rain of dreams.
The wind,
Rustling the age old branches
Oh, the trees,
Each a bone in the skeleton if it all.
Bright is the sky,
Not any gem could match its beauty.
Pure is all,
So simple, yet wholesome.
For the more I see,
A more of a home the forest seems.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Revive

I totally forgot about this thread, but I am free for any more requests!

[CaptainRocktree]

Wow, That poem was amazing! Great job! I'll give you another request later tonight  !

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Thank you very much Cap'n! I will be awaiting your request!

[CaptainRocktree]

Alright, How about a story of an adventurer/warrior fighting off a large group of enemies?

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Sure thing! Do you want it to be a sort of epic, or more of a one shot? Oh, and what if there was a twist like it is not your average fighter?

[CaptainRocktree]

As for the epic or one shot, What ever you think will fit best! I love the idea of a twist! 

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Here it is! Hope it all makes sense. Probably what you  didn't have in mind, but the idea sounded  cool when I made it. Enjoy!

There's Always One Watching



Wretched were the men,
Who camped at my base,
Blood soaked were the weapons,
And bodies controlled by Evil's Face,

Crimes they had committed,
Against humans and the Law,
They take it as a joke,
Laughing when the victim falls.

"Hungry," one complained,
"Tired!" yelled another,
But the leader pitched tents,
And made them sleep with no Supper.

When all was dark,
And not a criminal stirred,
I made move,
Whispering seamlessly though the dark.

Down I cut the fruit,
Hanging on bushes and branch,
Spoke I to the bugs,
Making the men cramp, scratch and itch.

Finally, for my last trick,
I called to my friends.
And with many large grunts,
Winter began.

The wicked men,
Awoken to a froze,
Sat starved, stung, and cold,
With no way to go.

None saw the dusk that day,
Their evil put to rest.
For they thought no eyes were watching,
But they neglected the Ent.