War of the Rift

by BluesyTreble

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Alternate Universe, Adventure
Length: 239

This tale is my 2 cents of a Human Medieval army ( about 1415 AD) pitted against an Equestrian army. This is only my opinion, I'm sure there are many others.

Since the rift opened in England, the dwellers of the land have sought to uncover and conquer the new land that lies beyond. Unfortunately, wanderers and explorer-parties have encountered nothing but a hostile blade and their death, causing the leaders of England much displeasure and hostility to this strange land, inhabited by horses who have mastered Human speech and fight on two legs, some even possessing wings, granting them the ability to fight in the skies as well. This new Rift has come to the attention of Thomas of Lancaster, the Duke of Clarence. Leading a retaliation force of 16,000 archers and 7,000 knights and men-at-arms, he seeks engage the inhabitants of "Equestria" in battle and show these horses that Humanity is not a race to be trifled with. Will he succeed? Or will he be beaten, taken, or slain by this strange race? This story focuses on one English archer, William Leverage, telling of his experience before, during, and after battle.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-26 03:11:33 UTC

William Leverage

  It was the October of 1414, just before Saint Crispin's Day. William Leverage had decided to poach himself one of Lord Edward's deer. For two hours he had crept through the birch forest, stalking the large prey, waiting for a moment when the deer would stop long enough for William to nock a broadhead and send it whistling deathwards into the rump of the unlucky hind. A few more moments of stalking saw the hind stop, lower its head and begin to graze. William grinned. Sliding a broadhead out of his quiver, he laid it as silently as he could over the yew stave and nocked the arrow. Swinging the bow upright, he slowly stood up, the strain in his knees as strong as ever. Curling three fingers around the bowstring, he began to pull.

  "Oi! Rogue!" A voice sounded through the woods. With a sharp rustling of the leaves, the deer disapppeared. William cursed and looked around for the source of the voice. A mounted man, dressed in a surcoat bearing Lord Edward's green standard of two snarling lions and an oak branch. He shouted again.

  "You've committed a crime against Lord Edward and the people of his fief! Hunt you down I must, lest you poach another of his deer!" With that the man spurred his horse and started toward William. William started to run, but slipped in the mud before getting very far.,