The ground shakes. The great armies continue
to wage their unrelenting battle. The battlefield is red,
the rivers flow crimson, the sky reflects a deep pink. In
the distance lightning flashes, and thunder sounds. Two huge
ravens begin circling the field; their blackness is vibrant
against the various shades of red in this vista of death and
suffering. The bright flashes of light and rumbling begin
to increase. The redness surrounding the battlefield begins
giving way to a golden glow from the east, almost like a summer's
setting sun. From the false sunset a massive golden stallion
and single rider approach. All become suddenly still on the
field of battle as both sides recognize Reymon Ebonarm, God
of War, and the companion and protector of all warriors, also
known as the Black Knight and his mighty steed War Master.
He rides into the middle of the blood soaked
field and dismounts. He is a very imposing figure. His very
tall and heavily muscled body is encased in ebony armor. His
ebony helmet does not hide the flowing reddish blonde hair
and beard which appear almost as shimmering gold, nor does
it shield the steel blue eyes that seem to pierce all they
fall upon. In his left hand he carries a massive ebony tower
shield on which is emblazoned a fiery red rose. As he raises
his right arm, all see an arm and a magnificent ebony blade
which are extensions of each other. The fused arm and sword
are a result and symbol of the wounds suffered by this god
during titanic battles in the youth of this world.
The ravens come to rest on his shoulders.
And, as the point of the ebony blade seemingly touches the
sky, lightning flashes, thunder roars. Then total quiet descends
and a shudder rolls through both armies.
The leaders of both armies approach Reymon
Ebonarm and kneel. In turn they tell their reasons for this
war. Each asks for the favor of the Black Knight for their
cause. Reymon Ebonarm listens, but there is no acknowledgment
that he has chosen to favor one side or the other in this
fight. However, each of the leaders has heard the other state
his position. And, each now knows that this war is baseless.
They embrace and turn to their armies. They instruct their
forces to bury their dead, tend their wounded and return to
Reymon Ebonarm mounts his great golden stallion,
War Master, and again raises the ebony blade skyward and extends
the huge rose emblazoned ebony shield to both armies. A massive
chorus of cheers rises from the armies. The ravens again take
to the air. Lightning and thunder follow him as he rides into
the sunset followed by the two birds.
The armies do as they have been bidden. They
care for their wounded and bury their dead. As they retreat
towards their homes each warrior is sure that the great God
Reymon Ebonarm, the Black Knight, has responded to their individual
prayers for intervention. Each side has won, neither has lost.
As the armies depart the field, the rivers
begin to run clear, and a single red rose begins to bloom
near the grave of a fallen hero.
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