Friday, March 18, 2011

M.M.F.F. Challenge: Week #31

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place
have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

And here is picture prompt #31

The Red

By Brenda Sessoms

She was called by many names through the ages, but when my grandfather spoke of her with fear and awe, he called her the Red. She was a fearless warrior who fought beside the Huns in Constantine's army in the Byzantine empire. She stands almost seven foot , rippling muscles, long red hair ,glowing green eyes ,with a look so fierce it alone could kill you. She rides upon a war horse she calls Demon brandishing two long curved swords that have been magically enhanced.

Legend says she captured a djinn when fighting against the Ottoman empire and agreed to set the djinn free if upon her death she would become immortal enabling her to continue to fight .

She was defeated while defending Constantinople against the invasion of Suleyman.

The djinn kept his promise and she returned to fight again.

I had heard these stories since I was a boy and considered them only legends but I would soon learn they are real.

The Ottoman empire is now threatening our lands .We are securing our borders and sending our women and children to safety in the mountains. There is little doubt that we will be defeated but we will die trying to defend our homes.

We hear the sounds of their trumpets and horses as they approach. They have only sent a small army knowing there will be little need for more against our small empire. We brace for attack when suddenly a mist surrounds us and in the middle of the mist sits a female warrior with long red hair sitting abreast a black war horse.

I rub my eyes and she is still there. She shouts follow me, for this day every Ottoman will be defeated. We throw open the gates and follow her . She swings those swords so fast all you can see is blood as it sprays everywhere.

When the battle is over not an Ottoman is left standing. The warrior is no where to be found but we survived. As we carry our wounded back into our walls men begin to question each other as to what happened. I simply said," I don't know why she came, but I would follow her to hell and back ". A voice behind me said,"Is that so?"

That is the last thing I remember until I woke up in hell and the Red said,"Lets go fight some demons.".....

The End

Word Count:399


My Notes:

Although it is a fact that the Huns were defeated by the Byzantine Empire and the remaining Huns chose to fight with them as mercenaries against the Ottoman Empire. The Ottomans did conquer Constantinople and Sulyman was the caliph of the Ottomans, other than that this is purely a work of fiction....


Dottie (Tink's Place) said...

Hi B!

Man, you have to watch everything you say, lol!! Great story! Great use of history, the Ottoman Empire were some scary dudes! I love this one!

Dottie :)

Michelle Greathouse said...

I agree with Dottie. Be careful what you say...

Great story. :)


Amanda T said...

I'm a new follower :)

Amanda T

Michelle Greathouse said...

Meaning only that he said he would follow her into hell and then she took him to hell. LOL That is why he should have been careful about what he said. :)


Blodeuedd said...

Great flash :) I like the historical take on this one