The Walls - Sample
It was quiet; too quiet. Even the wind had ceased blowing and the flags fell against the wooden poles supporting them. They swirled around silently, like snakes hiding away their royal symbol. Alchantar looked impatient at the red material shying away and he groaned unhappily. His pride had to show, from the shine of his men's armor to the upstanding of his flags, but it looked as if today none of his glory would be revealed and he resented the loneliness of the battlefield. It made him feel small. He pierced into the distance observing the walls of Uyack. Their flags were still as well. The Wolof inspected the sky; the Gods weren't favoring any of them today. His eyes narrowed trying to see any slight movement behind the enemy lines but the air seemed to go against him blurring his vision with waves of heat so unfamiliar to these lands. He groaned again thinking that perhaps the Gods were favoring the Tekaras after all. He chased the poisonous thought away and went back at pr