The sky darkened as the moon slowly covered the sun. Then all stood still, even the wind was calm on this dooms day. Alexander and all his warriors were in their positions, draped with iron plates as sheilds and carring weapons of mass destruction. The swords have been dipped in magic, to destroy upon cantact the deadly dark forces. Alexander looked around him, the imortal Fays were on one side and the Druids were in the middle front, and all the other warriors were on the other side. There were thousands of them trained and ready for combat.
Alexander did not fear for the Fays, they were imortal, and he did not worry about his family, they too were imortal, he worried for his warriors, who stood next to him and were willing to give their life for their country.
The dark forces did not come here to fight to gain Scotland, they are here to take over the whole world! Scotland is just there starter point. Alexander tried to compose himself in order to be able to fight without too much stress. He did not want to lose his concentration. His wife was locked up in the dungeon with shackles around her feet. He had no choice but to make her a prisoner for her own good. She kicked and yelled and cursed, but Alexander ignored her as he locked the door behind him and left her all by herself. She will hate him later, but he had no choice, he was not going to let her fight and risk her life. The Magic Sword was missing and all the Druids are at risk, but only two Druid's can die from the sword per hundred years, and he was not going to risk his wife's life, better him than her, for he could not live without her.
Alexander looked to his right where his son stood waiting for the upcoming battle. Tears formed in his eyes and he held back a wretched sob. His son was the number one target today, but Christopher is stubborn and would not go into hiding. Tricking him would have backfired because his sons powers are the strongest of all the Druids.
Colin was next to Mary, so he could cover her back. he wasn't going to chance losing his soulmate. Brendan and Tristen were on the other side of Mary and James was behind Christopher, he wanted to protect his grandson's back. Whoever has the sword will target Christopher first, and his grandfather was prepared to take the hit for him. He would die for him if he had to!
There was an eerie sound, that sounded like a wounded animal that came with the sudden wind, that blasted with high speed all around the warriors, but they stood their ground as they waited for the dark forces to show themselves.
Tatiana stole a quick look at Alexander and he gave her a weak smile, then her attention went to Christopher, she made a mental note to cover his back, knowing full well that he was the biggest target. There were tears in her eyes as she looked around for Kayla. She knew that her daughter was to arrive soon to help out. Kheelan was behind Tatiana and his eyes scanned the horizon, he was ready to fight till every last one of the dark froces was killed. He remained behind his wife guarding her from mishap. Fays do not die, but they can befall other harms such as entrapment and imprisoned by the enemy with special magic. It would take years to get her back and he was not about to risk it. He loved her too much to allow anyone to harm his wife.
The earth started to shake beneath their feet and massive dark clouds formed and there was a loud clap of thunder and lightening as big round golf ball sized hail fell from the sky. Alexander, the chief of the clan yelled, "This is it, prepare."
Everyone bent there knees slightly and held their weapon in their right hand and fisted the other hand as they waited for the signal from their chief. The Dark forces finally showed themselves, and ran towards the warriors. Alexander let out a loud eerie howl, and gave the signal for the fight to begin.
Then all hell broke loose as metal against metal clashed and blood spilled everywhere. Isobels dark warriors were the fist to die, as hundreds of them were sliced in half by the brave Scottish warriors. But in their place came the two headed, giant birds who snatched the warrioirs with their beak and flew in the sky and dropped them. Many died from these monsters who moved faster than the speed of light and claimed many lives. Their bodies were tortured and strange mingle roar of shouts of defiance and desperation was heard everywhere.
Alexander looked around for Isobel. He wanted to make sure he kills her and the baby, before she gets away, but there was no sign of her anywhere. Then he noticed all eight of the monster birds centering themselves around him, and anger claimed him, as he whirled around until all his strength was in his hands and then he spranged foward and sliced the heads off all the birds with one swing of his sword. The big birds were shaking wildly about and shrieked with pain as they drew their last breath.
There were heaps of corpses everywhere on the bloodied ground. It was indeed a thrilling sight.
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