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okay, i'm back...sorry about the long wait...i hope you still read this :)

Chapter 49

Hacking, hewing, stabbing, slashing. Blood splattered on the face of a dead dwarf. Screaming, roaring, groaning, wailing. A body rolled to the ground. The sun set over a blood-bathed city.

Angrod stumbled, hacking his way through the wounded orcs. An arrow thudded into his shin, and the dwarf gasped as metal hit bone. Shuddering, he dropped his blood-slathered sword and rolled into the dirt.

The group of commanders stood in the half-destroyed hall. Surrounded by the enemy, they raised their weapons. Of the six that had met in the guardhouse, there were now only three. Zump had been torn apart by a nazgul, Corothius had been taken by a spear in the back, and the younger dwarf, Angrod, had disappeared. Now it was only Jasmina, Sky, and Dethos.

We will never surrender. Even if you kill us here and our blood drains over our halls, Odyssey will never fall, Jasmina yelled at the attackers. She turned to Sky and murmured quietly, get out. Go and warn our subjects. You will now be the leader of Odyssey. Sky shook his head. I won’t desert you, my lady. I’m sure a messenger escaped in time. They won’t be surprised. Jasmina chuckled. But who will lead them? If you are captured, they may spare you. But if I am captured, they will cut my throat. Now go!

Sky swallowed and nodded. I will cover your back, Jasmina whispered. As soon as we attack, run through the large doors. To the left are some stables. I’m sure there are a few horses there. Jasmina turned, and laughing, sprinted toward the enemy. As Sky loped out the doors, he heard the sounds of battle behind him.

 Jasmina lay on the ground, two gashes across her chest. Dethos was next to her, but he no longer breathed. A fist slammed into Jasmina’s cheek. Alright, now tell us who you are! Jasmina sat a minute, then gritted her teeth and spoke. I am Lady Jasmina, current leader of Odyssey. A dagger slid from its sheath, and seconds later, blood gushed from her throat.

wow... heavy and un-seen ending. Good. :)

Chapter 51

The thunder of hooves warned the inhabitants of Salvation of the enemy’s approach. Within minutes, a legion of horsemen had surrounded the city, and a mass of infantry was cresting the hill. Frightened, the dwarven peasants raced through the streets: to their homes, to the palace, to the House of Nobles, anywhere; they ran to escape the fear that haunted them. Manwe, followed by his guards, struggled through the torrent of people. Finally, they arrived at the gates, but as they came to a stop, the wooden doors collapsed under a battering ram. In seconds, a swarm of orcs had rushed through the gap, and the dwarves hastened to the guard tower. As the last soldier ran through the doorway and the latch fell, a group of orcs began hacking at the door. Looking around, Manwe saw that none could survive; they were trapped by a superior force. Then, drawing his sword, the king lifted the latch. An orc, carried by his own momentum, crashed through the open door and was immediately stabbed to death. But the rest of the orcs were ready now. Hurling themselves at the defenders, they attempted to cut the dwarves to pieces. But the swords of the dwarves were active: blood splattered, limbs flew, and by the time the orcs pulled back, a score of them lay dead on the floor. Yet the dwarves were barely encouraged, for they had lost five of their own number. Then the orcs began again, and the dwarves again tried to stem the tide of the orcish warriors. By sundown, the dwarves had dwindled to seven, but the advance of the orcs still seemed to be unending.

Across the city, a few small pockets of resistance battled for survival. But the orcs kept coming, and the dwarves slowly weakened. By sunrise, it all would’ve been over, except for a strange visitor that united the dwarves.

Sky lopped off the orc’s head with a smooth swift motion, and then turned to gore another with his sword. Raising his arm, he motioned to the dwarves, and together, they broke into a run. Judging from the sounds, the battle would be just up the street and to the left, thought Sky. God forbid we get there too late.

Chapter 53

One by one, the dwarves fell, until only Manwe and Sky still stood, surrounded by a circle of foes. But as the orcs prepared for the final assault, a sharp voice rang out. Leave them fools! You know they are wanted alive. Ar loj kvupl! A strong force gripped Manwe and Sky, and in seconds, they were in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Get up, dwarf! A gnarled hand slammed into Manwe’s face and he leaped up. Next to him was Sky, and they were both chained to a wall. In front of Manwe was Sir Engudem, an orc general. A few shamans and guards also waited, watching the dwarf. We wanted you to be awake when we started to torture you. Engudem chuckled. Manwe snarled, and looked over at Sky, who was just waking up from the enchanted sleep. As Engudem picked up a knife, Sky and Manwe made eye contact and Sky nodded. But as Manwe turned to face the orcs, the knife was plunged into his belly. Gasping, Manwe saw his blood spilling onto the floor as Engudem ripped the knife sideways. Groaning, Manwe sagged and yelled in a ho*beep* voice. DO IT NOW! Sky lifted his face and muttered a few words. Suddenly, a breath of wind stirred through the room, and time slowed. An eerie silence filled the air, and Engudem shivered. Then, the city erupted into an inferno of flames.

... [crying]...

Wow. That's all I can say. Wow. Good job, Manwe.

Three eras of writing? or was it four?

That is still alot of writing. Good job, my friend.