This is a sample from a chapter that I am writing. It takes place during the Hundred Years war between England and France in the 14th Century. A group of soldiers are traveling to a harbor to gain passage to France. Please critique!
Thanks. Seibhris.
BY: Seibhris
Edric gazed at the ocean before him. Never in his life had he seen something so vast and beautiful. As the waves turned on the surface of the water, it reminded him of a breeze flowing through the wheat fields of his village.
He began his descent on the side of the rock-strewn cliff. There was a constricted and seemingly precarious path leading to the base of the cliff and onto the shoreline. Out of his group, he was the first to step onto the path. The rest followed after him, keeping clear of the edge of the path.
As they warily paced down the zigzagging trail, an archer in their unit stepped on an assortment of loose rocks. The side of his body smashed into the ground and he began to slide over the edge of the trail. Another soldier dove onto his belly and reached out with his free arm to grasp the hand of the doomed archer. Edric dashed over to assist in heaving the distressed man back over the edge.
“You must be careful, Gamel!” exclaimed one of the archers. “That would have been a nasty fall. We cannot loose our men to this inhuman cliff before we reach the harbor!”
“Then god be with us all,” said Gamel.
“Keep to the right, and stay clear of the edge of this trail, men!” shouted Edric.
They continued their journey down the rock-face. Cautiously, they made their way along the second half of the trail and soon took their first step onto the coast. Edric examined the shoreline. Just as Walkelin had said, there on the shore, slightly to the left and off in the distance, was the harbor. It was an assortment of docks, ships, fishing boats, working men and soldiers. The group proceeded to saunter across the beach to their rally point.
“The gateway to France, men.”
“It is a sight to behold!”
“Onward!” shouted Edric.
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