This is the first part of my story, it is the first one I have written and would like some honest critiques about it.^^ Don't be afraid to go to hard on me. ;P I wont be driven away that easily. [; There is going to be more to come, and possibly the names of the grandfather and his nephew will be found out.. ;P
“Steel met bone, a viscous clash as metallic ringing filled the area with the sweet sound of it all. The sickening stench of blood was thick in the air, forcing me to gag for a second, but only a minor flinch showed. My arms brought the blade down through the mans neck, finishing what had to be done. I watched as my own comrade, my fellow soldier of war, was killed by my own blade. A solemn look plastered on my face, unchanging as I watched his dismembered body fall forward, his hands still clutching the short sword buried deep in his abdomen with a death grip. His carcass hit the ground with a muffled thud, the head slowly rolling off to the side, a small bloody trail following it as it slowed to a stop.” The old man licked his dry lips, as his voice trailed off to a low whisper as he spoke, finally he looked down at his hands, engrossed in thoughts of the past as the words ceased to flow from his chapped lips.
“And then what happened gramps?” The boy asked as he stared at the elderly man sitting across from him on a small wooden rocking chair. Riveted in his grandfathers enchanting story he gazed awaitingly at him. Waiting eagerly for more to come.
The old man looked up, a soft smile spread across his mouth, curving either side of his leathery lips, a smile not of joy, or happiness at telling this gruesome tale, but simply an answer to the child, a small meaningless smile. A reply to his call to hear more of his story. “I wiped off my blade on a piece of cloth I had attached to my belt, the blood staining the white fabric a crimson red. A frown passing over me as I sheath my sword, the metallic ringing hitting the air again with a low sound of metal on metal as my sword returns home. sadness seeping into me at the loss of a friend.” He said to the boy as he lay back into the chair, rocking gently as his words spun a tale of things long past.
“After that we left the battlefield, the few men we had that decided not to take there own lives, followed me back to our hometown. We had lost that battle, and needed to ready ourselves for the next days fight... A fight that we needed to win.” The man licked at his dry lips again as his stopped talking, bowing his head alittle in respect for the dead soldiers from so long ago.
“Well that's enough for tonight, you need your sleep, better get to bed soon or your dad might get mad.” The old man said with a small laugh, and a soft smile as he looked up suddenly at the boy.
“But i’m not tired. Awwww gramps cant you tell me one more story?! Please, please, I promise I wont tell father.” The boy pleaded to his grandfather as he put his hands on his knees, leaning forward in excitement. His eyes wide as he stared at the old man, waiting for his response, the suspense was horrible as his grandfather took his chin in two fingers, rubbing it contemplatively as he thought out the boys request.
“Fine, one more, but that's it, and I wont hear a word about it, is that clear?” The old man said to the boy with a small smile as he tilted his head alittle as he spoke, waving his finger back and forth alittle at the boy to make sure he understood.
“Yes grandfather” The boy said as he sat back down, sprawling his legs out on the bed as he relaxed more so, waiting for more of the story that he loved so dearly.
“Good” the old man replied simply with a smile, as he patted the boy on the head once before starting at the task of weaving the strands of words into an intricate tale of the past.
“You know...” The old man said with a lopsided smile, his hand slowly moving up to eye level with the boy. “It might be better if I simply... show you the rest, since it might be abit tough to explain it all to you my boy” The old man added as he gently placed his hand atop the boys head.
“How are you going to do that grandfather?” The boy exclaimed with wide eyes, his back arching slightly in surprise at his grandfathers strange notion. His body bent forward, his face moving abit closer to the old mans. His mind was aflutter, not quite sure of what was to come. The young boy decided to inquire more on how this man, his very simple grandfather was going to ’show’ him things this far into the past.
Taking a shot in the dark, a question burst forth from between his lips, “Do you have pictures, or maybe a video?” The boy asked with one raised eyebrow. He knew it couldn't be that simple, he wasn't stupid, in fact he was quite the contrary.
“Just wait... and you shall see...” The old man said with a sly smile that he used only when he was going to show the boy special things. “But you must promise me that you wont tell your parents of these things, because what i’m going to show you are secrets of the past, things that run in ours, and a few other families bloodlines.” He added, his tongue sliding out, slowly wetting his chapped lips.
“Okay grandfather, I promise I wont tell anyone of this.” The boy said with a smile, his hands resting on his knees, “I’m ready.” He added with a nod, as if to prove he was indeed. One of his hands moved up to his shirt, gently playing with the soft blue fabric of it, awaiting what was to come.
“Good.” The old man said simply through his leathery lips, his brow drawing close, wrinkling up as he focused on his hand atop of the boys head. His eyes slid closed, his concentration never wavering, or fading. He lips curved up into a smile as he felt the heat grow under the palm of his hand, a warm glow absorbing into the boy.
Suddenly it happened, the old man whispered words of indistinguishable context or meaning, and the light from his palm gradually grew brighter. His memories flowing into the boys mind, making there way inside of him. He smiled softly as his eyes opened finally, and the boy fell limp on the bed.
