The Shizareen Battle

Deep in the Shizareen forest stood a tall, armored man. His name was Kyvornu, and he was a knight of Niyare. He had been sent to find an army of goblins and their leader, G’Yut. That had sounded like an easy enough task. But then he had entered the forest.

With Kyvornu were five-hundred soldiers, each of whom stood around complaining to each other about their being lost. Kyvornu trudged through the thick undergrowth, shaking his head. When they found G’Yut, the soldiers would have more than enough action. It was said that G’Yut had an army of two-thousand goblins—four times the amount of humans.

Suddenly, a low growl issued from the branches above. Kyvornu looked up to see a small dragon resting on the lowest branch.

His heart skipped a beat. Kyvornu was no fool. He knew that if there was one dragon here, there would be more nearby. He drew his sword quietly, and backed up several paces. The dragon growled again, and Kyvornu gulped. There was really only one option left—other than death, of course. He ran.

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G’Yut laughed as he watched five-hundred fools in armor trying to sneak past a lone baby dragon. He shook his head and stepped back a few paces to the first row of goblins. He motioned for his captain and whispered a message to him.

“The attack begins when I charge. Spread the word.”
He drew his sword silently and stepped onto the path trampled by Kyvornu and his soldiers. With a roar, he charged at the leaving soldiers. Behind him came two-thousand goblin warriors. The dragon opened its eyes and flew away in annoyance.

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Kyvornu spun and drew his sword at the first sound of goblins. Over the heads of his soldiers, he could see the goblins advancing quickly, shouting and roaring. The soldiers nearest the goblins immediately lifted their spears and the others drew back their bows. Kyvornu slammed down his visor and made his way through the ranks of soldiers until he stood at the front of the army, sword and shield lifted.

Heading the goblins was G’Yut himself, his sword slicing through the thick bushes. Kyvornu stepped back a pace and braced himself. The first of the goblins reached the human soldiers, and were impaled on long spears, although several were also hit by barbed arrows. G’Yut’s sword slammed into Kyvornu’s shield, and he was thrown back several feet. G’Yut stabbed the soldiers on either side of him and continued on to thrust at Kyvornu, who parried easily.

G’Yut lashed out with his foot, and knocked his foe to the ground again. He slashed through the ranks of soldiers until he made it to the back of the human army. He shook his head with pity for the weaklings, then laughed and ran deeper into the forest. Soon he stood before an enormous mountain, and entered a cave. Soon he came to an iron gate, which he walked through. On the other side were three guards, who saluted. G’Yut sat on his throne and stretched.

His warriors could take care of the enemy.

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Kyvornu crept silently through the cave until he came to the Iron Gate. He had watched G’Yut enter, and now walked through the gate himself.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” asked the gravelly voice of one the guards. Kyvornu turned and chopped the guards head off, then did the same to the other two.

“Yes, why are you here?” asked G’Yut, standing and drawing his sword.

“I am here to kill you,” said Kyvornu.

G’Yut leapt at his enemy, and their swords clashed together loudly. The two were perfect equals. For every thrust there was a parry, for every swing a block. Not a blow made it past their defenses.

But then a distraction came. Hundreds of voices shouting. Kyvornu looked towards the doorway, his eyes wide. Those were human voices, not goblins. Somehow, despite all numbers, the humans had won.

Kyvornu pressed his advantage and hacked G’Yut’s head off. He ran out of the cave, and there stood his army, and his captain, Vidnoshe, stepped up to him.

“How did you win the battle?” asked Kyvornu.

“We each only had to kill four goblins,” said Vidnoshe. “I killed nineteen.”

Vidnoshe raised the standard, and the army cheered, and began walking home, dirty and tired, but victorious.

by Mitchell N.
13 Years Old