The fist tightened around the hilt of the sword as he lifted it into the silvery night air. The clouds masked the horror and destruction of the night as the ruby pommel in the black metal shined as the lightning flickered across the sky. The sword once again lived up to it's name, as it cleaved down from the black steed and ripped through the metal armor below. The mottled body crumbled to the ground, blood and dirt coating it. The steed reared it's rider once onto it's back and crashed it's legs down onto the body. The snapping of bones was the only sound, excluded out of the rain and darkness of the night. It was only the first of it's massacres...

Short I know, but it is simply a taste of what this story will be of.

News had escaped of the massacre. Several dead, several gone. Bodies not accounted for. All that was left were the rotting corpses with the wounds of innocence. It was the only thing people would talk of for the rest of the day. The gate was opening and closing endlessly as I sat up in the turret. People came and went, mostly coming. They carried wagons and bags of supplies, food, clothes, weapons, goods and merchandise. I rocked the chair back on it's legs and balanced myself with the pike. A long wooden pole with a spear point and axe head attached to the tip, Pikes and Halberds were easy to mass produce. Great for guards. The turret was filled with miscellaneous items. Chairs and stools, tables, drinks, food, papers and feathers. It was mostly used for entertainment for the guards when we're on the job. But there were some official documents and such. I yawned and balanced the chair out on all legs. I leaned the pike against the wall and pulled up the paper on the table in front of me once again. I read it for the third time this shift and took frequent sips from my mug of ale. The words disturbed me. But I would have to accept the fact. I craned my neck to look out the window and gasped in horror.