Trying to rewrite Fetlock Attempt 1 · 10:30pm Mar 29th, 2015
I felt my arm burn like wildfire as I stepped up the broken stone towards the tower over South Fetlock. The smell of smoke dug deep as I hurried up towards the fresh air over the castle. I clutched the banner in my right arm tight, not wanting to spill my blood on it. I let my left arm hang limply and occasionally brush the tightly fit stone bricks that walled off my climb.
I held my breath and hurried up the massive steps. Each one felt like a hop upward, each climb worked my body hard and sent yet more of my blood dripping to the floor. But I had to press on, I couldn't drop the banner. I pressed off each step as hard as I could. My legs burned, my arm ached, but I had to get to the top.
I felt a damp draft push past me from above. I hurried my pace and spotted a massive wood door waiting for me at the top. I hurried to the door and slammed shoulder first into it. It buckled slightly. I leaned away and slammed my bleeding arm into it again. The pain sunk deep into my muscles, down to the bone. Like white-hot pins were sunk deep into my body never to be removed. "Come on you bastard!" I slammed my shoulder into it again.
I could hear the half rotted wood crack under my weight. "Last time, come on!" I reeled back and slammed myself into the door. The door flung open and the misty land of Fetlock opened up before me. The wooden canopy of the tower groaned as I hurried into the large square tower top. I took a deep breath as a giant pony stood waiting for me at the door.
"Hmm, you actually came." The giant pony walked towards me. "Going to pull the trigger? Going to finish this?"
I looked down at the banner in my arm. "It's not yours, it'll never be yours." I unfurled the banner and carried it to the edge of the tower. "Bloody piss poor example of a man, of a pony, of whatever you are!" I reached over the edge and found the
That's one cut idea...gonna get back to it.
I look forward to seeing it.
Please proceed.