He had traveled in the Free Cities, learning the poisoner’s trade and perhaps arts darker still, if rumors could be believed. He had studied at the Citadel, going so far as to forge six links of a maester’s chain before he grew bored. He had soldiered in the Disputed Lands across the narrow sea, riding with the Second Sons for a time before forming his own company. His tourneys, his battles, his duels, his horses, his carnality…it was said that he bedded men and women both, and had begotten bastard girls all over Dorne. The sand snakes, men called his daughters.
•Mikasa’s boobs would have been more important.
•Armin would be a “trap”.
•Eren would’ve at least walked in on Mikasa chaning once.
•Jean and Connie would’ve probably been severely perverted.
•The 104th trainee squad arc would’ve been longer.
•We would’ve had sneak peeks from the girls dormitory.
•Eren would have probably had a boob landing on Annie.
•Ymir would be groping Historia/Krista in public.
•Titan shifters would come out of their titans naked.
•When the girls be riding horses they be jiggling.
•Hanji’s gender was gonna be assumed.
•Eren and Mikasa would’ve -God forbid-kissed in chapter 50.
•They would’ve went to the beach-idk how-and the hot springs in the middle of a battle.
•Eren would be even blunter and denser.
•Mikasa would’ve been extremely stupid.
Just some stupid thoughts with no need to be released whatsoever…
word count: 11, 527 (yeah, i went a lil crazy with this one…)
prompt: Y/N grew up as Eddard Stark’s Ward after the death of her father. Ned fed her stories of the great Ser Arthur Dayne and it became her mission to prove herself worthy of wielding Dawn. However, Y/N’s childish view of honorable and honest knights was diminished after the death of everyone she grew to love. After surviving the Red Wedding, she joins Stannis Baratheon, the rightful king of Westeros and rides North.
warning: there is a small smut scene, not very descriptive
a/n: I was writing a fifty chapter fanfic bc I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Arthur Dayne having a daughter and her wanting to be like her dad, but bc we all know this bitch (me) ain’t gonna finish it, I decided to cramp all of it into this. Hopefully, you enjoy and i might write a second part?
“There are ancient tales of Hairy Men of Essos riding unicorns into battle, and the Skagosi lords are also said to ride unicorns. They are also said to live in the high mountains of Ib. And several Westerosi houses feature unicorns in their sigils. These animals are all but gone.”
This one was fun to do. I used more mountain goat species rather than horses for reference. Though these animals I would imagine can get quite large considering they can be used as mounts. Be sure to check out my other asoiaf creature designs!
The Mongolian Empire is perhaps the most underrated of them all. Ironic since at its hights it controlled more land than Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bonaparte, and Adolf Hitler combined. They were predominantly a nomadic horse warrior people, able to ride for days and outwit, out maneuver, and out survive their enemies. Brutal and effective in battle with enemies, but magnanimous in peace with friends, as it should be.
(A/N - how the hospital/elevator scene from the finale should have gone down)
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I was just asking myself the same thing.”
Liam looked at Theo with wide eyes. A warm sensation remained pulsing through his body, centring in the places where Theo had moments ago had contact against his skin. If Liam allowed himself a second to close his eyes, he had no doubt he would be able to recall the bliss feeling of safety that overwhelmed him wholly whenever Theo touched him. But now, he had to remain in reality - hospital, elevator, Gabe, hunters -
Theo had saved him. Again.
Both boys stood in silence, gazing deeply at each other’s eyes. Then lips. Then eyes. Then lips. Liam couldn’t be sure, but he heard Theo’s heart jump, then speed up rapidly. This would’ve been all the more amusing if Theo couldn’t hear Liam’s heart doing exactly the same thing.
Theo’s breath got deeper and heavier as his eyes darted over Liam’s face. This is it, he thought, it’s him. It’s Liam.
Theo recalled silently the exact moment he knew that he was in love with Liam: he was riding that stupid ghost-rider horse, not having a clue what he was doing. In that moment he had made Theo smile the most genuine, toothy grin that had passed his lips in a long, long time. But even before that moment, Theo had known there was a connection between them - Liam saving him from the depths of hell, the ghost rider battle in the hospital moments before…
But Theo had never been quite sure if Liam had been feeling this same connection. He could pick up the chemosignals, but not decipher their meaning. He caught the glances they shared and the looks in their eyes, but still had never been sure.
Until right now.
“Are they still out there?” Theo choked out, practically gasping for breath.
Liam nodded tentatively, his breath too clearly uneven.
And then they were facing each other, and all the emotions that had previously been so securely barricaded melted away behind the eyes.
Liam made the first move as he practically leaped into Theo’s already open arms. They collided messily, but as their lips met it was soft and gentle and sweet.
Theo’s arms wrapped tightly around Liam as Liam gripped Theo’s face passionately with his palms, fingers delving into his soft hair (Liam had literally dreamt of this moment). Any fear that Liam had melted away for this brief - too brief - moment of passion between them. Both boys were electrified with the elevation of the kiss.
It was fast paced but deep and passionate - and when it ended, they stayed wrapped around each other in a tight embrace for a while. Theo read the chemosignals :
love, love, love
Neither boy had to say it, or anything, because they both knew. They’d always known. This was inevitable for them.
“Please don’t leave me” Liam whispered into the crook of Theo’s warm neck. He could hear the boy’s still rapid heartbeat and feel it against his cheek. He never wanted to leave.
“Never.” Theo whispered back, and the sincerity in his tone told Liam that he meant it. But Theo, drugged up on Liam, continued. “Stay with me?”
“Always” Liam smiled softly as he moved his head to look up at the marginally taller boy. Their eyes glistened in the dimmed light of the hospital elevator. It was almost deja vu.
Theo reached down and grabbed Liam’s hand, and his immediate thought was I am never letting go.
“Are you ready?” He said, a confident smile on his face as he gazed at the beautiful boy next to him.
“I am if you are.” Liam replied softly, more content now than he had been ever in the past year; despite, you know, the possibility of death approaching outside the elevator doors.
“Lets fight.” Theo said surely, squeezing Liam’s hand in his own as he punched the opening doors with his free knuckles.
With one last fleeting glance at each other, the doors opened and they flew out - hand in hand - passion and determination to protect each other driving their battle.
Don’t you dare leave me now.
A/N - soooo I’ve not written anything in ages but I just felt a sudden urge with these two :) I know it’s only short, but any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!!!
Eleanor of Aquitaine enjoyed dressing elegantly in fine clothes,
often of silk embroidered in gold or silver thread, and she became a fashion icon in the Medieval
Having grown up at the splendid and majestic court of Aquitaine,
Eleanor always loved luxurious and exquisite jewelry, and her collection of
pieces of jewelry, including massive necklaces and jewelled circlets
to hold in
place veils that all married women wore in the 12th century.
Bernard of Clairvaux, a
French abbot, harshly criticized Eleanor’s dresses and manners when she was the
Queen of France. We have a detailed description of one of Eleanor’s dresses she
wore in the period.
Bernard of Clairvaux wrote about Eleanor’s appearance:
of court ladies are fashioned from the finest tissues of wool or silk. A costly
fur between two layers of rich stuffs forms the lining and border of their
cloaks. Their arms are loaded with bracelets; from their ears hang pendants,
enshrining precious stones. For headdress they have a kerchief of fine linen
which they drape about their neck and shoulders, allowing one corner to fall over
the left arm. This is the wimple, ordinarily fastened to their brows by a chaplet,
a filet, or a circle of wrought gold.”
Bernard of Clairvaux’s description coincides with the one
given by Geoffrey de Vigeois, who also condemnedthe outlandish and vulgar
French court fashions in the period when Eleanor was King Louis VII’s wife. Of
course, conservative French courtiers, all the more abbots, couldn’t like
Eleanor’s frank courtly manners and frank clothes, which were fashionable in
Aquitaine and which she was accustomed too.
When Eleanor of
Aquitaine and Louis VII were in Palestine on the Second Crusade, there was an
outrageous tale about Eleanor and her ladies, which might have originated from the
eyewitness account of a Greek observer, who described Eleanor and her ladies as
being dressed like Amazons on their way to the Holy Land.
Benoit de Saint-Maure dedicated his Le Roman de Troie (The Romance of Troy), a
medieval retelling of the epic theme of the Trojan War,to Eleanor, in which he
described Eleanor and her Amazons as riding into battle on a fine Spanish horse
caparisoned with “a hundred tiny golden twinkling bells“ and armed with
"a hauberk whiter than snow,” a sword, a lance, and a golden shield bordered
with rubies and emeralds. She and her Amazons let “their lovely hair hang
In 1154, Eleanor of Aquitaine and her second husband, King Henry II of England, were crowned and consecrated with pomp
and splendor. Unfortunately, we don’t have the detailed description of Eleanor’s
coronation gown, but, according to Alison Weir, a Victorian biographer would have
dressed her in:
“a wimple or close coif
with a circlet of gems over it; her kirtle or close gown has tight sleeves and
fastens with full gathers just below the throat, confined with a rich collar of
gems” and over this was added “an elegant pelisson, bordered with fur.”
The impact of Eleanor’s great tastes on clothing style
in England was enormous as she introduced fashions, fabrics, and etiquette from
more cultured and sophisticated court. Women’s clothing became richly
ornamented and increasingly elaborate.
Eleanor’s effigy of at
Fontevraud Abbey shows her gown covered with diagonal bars of gold, in the
triangles of which there are gold crescents placed from point to point, and no
doubt other ladies of her time had their emblems or badges embroidered into
Eleanor brought some of well known Aquitanian
traditions into English fashion.
A bliaut was a rich,
full overgown made of fine silk, which tightly fitted the bodice and down to
the hips; it was worn with a decorate belt and an ornamental girdle. Wearing bliautwas a new highly fashionable trend
at the royal court.
The bodice ofbliaut
was split down on either side from underarm to hip and attached with ribbons,
which made gown envelop the body tighter.
The skirt was cut wide, falling down
to feet freely, in light folds. Bliaut
sleeves were tight from shoulder to elbow, then flared out into enormous cuffs,
amusingly long enough to drag on the ground; sleeves were knotted to make them
more manageable in a shorter form.
silks from the Middle East were readily available throughout Europe, and
Eleanor used silks of various palettes for her gowns; silks were often costly
embroidered in gold, silver, or metallic threads.
According to historians, there was a striped fabric
called ray, but it wasn’t widely used at Henry and Eleanor’s court. Woven in
Wiltshire, linen was used for women’s headdresses and for undergarments for
both sexes. Velvet would not be invented until the fifteenth century.
Before Eleanor of Aquitaine, the following hairstyles and
headdresses were popular in England after the Norman Conquest:
Couvre-chef, which was a new name for the head-rail after the
Norman invasion. The couvre-chef style was wear hair long, sometimes to point
of having to be knotted off the ground, and tended to hang down on either side
of the face, worn with a circlet to hold it in place.
Hair uncovered. By 1125 women began to appear in public with their
hair uncovered, usually worn parted down the middle and plaited in various ways.
Length, which echoed in sleeve
length. At times, the illusion of long hair was aided with fake hair, ribbons,
silk tubes with tassels, and attached metal cylinders.
Eleanor of Aquitaine brought new hairstyles and
headdresses in England.
was supposedly introduced by Eleanor of Aquitaine. It was a band of linen
encircling the face and pinned into place. At first it was only worn by royal
ladies with a circlet or coronet, but over time this hairstyle was eventually
adopted by all classes.
appeared approximately in 1190, by the time when Henry II was already dead. In
this headdress, a long fine linen or silk was draped underneath the chin,
across the throat, and the ends were pinned at the crown of the head. It was always worn together with a long veil and usually a
Eleanor of Aquitaine: By the Wrath of God, Queen of England, Alison Weir
Eleanor of Aquitaine. A Biography Book, Marion Meade
Queen Eleanor, Independent Spirit of the Medieval World: a Biography of
Eleanor of Aquitaine, J.B. Lippincott
“It is an army after the fashion of peasantry, being liable to all
manner of contributions and rendering it without complaint whatever is enjoined
upon it… It is also a peasantry in the guise of an army, all of them, great or
small, noble or base, in time of battle becoming swordsmen. Archers and lancers
and advancing in whatever manner the occasion requires.” – Ala-ad-Din Ata-Malik Juvaini, Persian
historian and governor of Baghdad.
Mongols began their journey into maturity at a young age;
around the age of three their mothers taught them to ride horses,
being able to ride alongside their parents at the age of four and
able to race at the age of six. At the age four or five they
were given their first bow and by the age of fourteen or fifteen they
were old enough to be enlisted into the army – possibly acting simply as
herdsmen or members of the baggage train.
“-their children begin as soon as they are two or three
years old to ride and manage horses and to gallop on them, and they are given
bows to suit their stature and are taught to shoot; they are extremely agile
and also intrepid. Young girls and women ride and gallop on horseback with
agility like men.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.
Military training wasn’t as necessary for Mongol recruits as
by this time they had already spent years herding and hunting on horseback;
learning how to track, pursue, carol, and kill game. In particular they engaged
battues, or ‘nerge’; a great hunt in which “beaters” spent a
month driving animals into a certain pre-chosen area which would then be
encircled and closed off.
^ Kublai Khan on a hunting expedition.
“When in a battue we hunt the cunning wild beasts, for
you we shall go ahead and round them up. For you we shall drive the beasts of
the steppe until their bellies press together; for you we shall drive the
beasts of the steep banks until their thighs press together.” – The
Secret History of the Mongols.
“When ordered to go ahead and round up wild beasts in a battue, for
you I would have driven the beasts of the cliffs Until their forelegs pressed
together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steep banks until their
thighs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steppe
until their bellies pressed together.” – The Secret History of the
“These Mongolian wolves are big and savage, often attacking the
herds, and one alone will pull down a good horse or steer. The people wage more
or less unsuccessful war upon them and at times they organize a sort of battue.
Men, armed with lassoes, are stationed at strategic points, while others,
routing the wolves from their lair, drive them within reach.” – Elizabeth
As the circumference of the battue circle closes in, the wild beasts
are forced into a confined region, they are then shot down. First to be given
an opportunity to hunt choice game were the nobility and royalty who would then
open up the hunt to their remaining troops. Wild game hunted consisted of
foxes, hares, swans, cranes, deer, gazelles, cattle, wild boars and wild asses,
but also included more dangerous animals like wolves, Siberian tigers and
“When they want to hunt wild animals they gather together in a great
crowd and surround the district in which they know the animals to be, and
gradually close in until between them they shut in the animals in a circle and
then they shoot them with their arrows.” – William of Rubruck.
During Genghis’ campaign against the Khwarezmian Empire of Greater
Iran, he felt that his reserves had spent too much time away from battle and
would eventually grow soft and weak. To alleviate this he ordered them to
engage in a great battue (the great khan also joined in) which encircled a vast
area and killed off all game within. The battue were not only for sport, they
also trained the Mongol warriors in cooperation, coordination, discipline,
marksmanship, tracking as well as luring the enemy toward a chosen
Other skills these young Mongols attained throughout their lifetime
were scouting and knowledge of vegetation, environment, weather and climate.
These Mongols would continue campaigning for most of their lives but all the
while these warriors weren’t paid, their only form of income came from raiding,
looting and from a portion of the war booty. They would then give the Great
Khan all of the loot, he would take 10% then distribute the rest to his highest
commanders who would then distribute to those below then and so on. Some of the
loot was also given to the orphans and widows left behind by fallen Mongol
“… In appearance the Tartars (Mongols) are
quite different from all other men, for they are broader than other people
between the eyes and across the cheekbones. Their cheeks also are rather
prominent above their jaws; they have a flat and small nose, their eyes are
little and their eyelids raised up to the eyebrows. For the most part, but with
a few exceptions, they are slender about the waist; almost all are medium
height. Hardly any of them grow beards, although some have a little hair on the
upper lip and chin and this they do not trim … They also have small feet.”
– Giovanni of Pian del Carpine, who traveled as the Pope’s ambassador
to the Mongols between 1245 and 1247 CE.
Similar to the hairstyle we usually think of when we
think of Christian monks, the Mongols had the tops of their heads shaved. The
hairline above the forehead and temples was grown out with hair hanging from
the center reaching as far as the eyebrows, sometimes there would be two locks
of hair at the hairline’s ends. They also allowed the hair on the back and
sides of their heads to grow, with two locks of hair hanging either behind the
ears or down the sideburns. Generally, the Mongols were bow legged (from
horse riding) and short, their baggy clothing made them look all
the more stout and stocky.
^ Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol
Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate
Like most other people whom lived in the frigid and bitter
northern regions of the world, the Mongols generally wore many layers of
clothing, usually in the form of furs or padded cloths. The Mongols wore long-sleeved
shirts under long knee-length robe-like coats made of
cotton, wool or leather which had a belt wrapped around the waist. If necessary
they would add a coat or two, if both coats were used then the innermost one
would have the furred side facing their person and the outer one with the fur
facing outward to aid against the weather – rain, winds, snows (according to
William of Rubruck). Both their robe’s sleeves and their trousers were
wide, with the latter being tucked into their leather or felt high boots.
As they campaigned against Chinese and Islamic nations, they were
increasingly accustomed to finer fabrics and materials such as silk. Silk
shirts were supposedly capable of, if worn under leather lamellar armor,
causing arrow points that penetrated the armor into twisting and lessening the
impact. They wore thick socks made of felt (wool) and wore the traditional ‘Mongolian
cap’ which consisted of a conical made of quilted cloth, felt or fur and a
brim encircling the sides and back of it which could be folded to further warm
the wearer. During warmer seasons and in more humid climates the Mongols
wrapped a cloth around their head which was eventually tied in the back in the
form of a headband.
The Mongol Warrior
During the kuriltai of 1206 CE a
white standard was raised (“They hoisted the white standard
with nine tails”), this banner (‘tug’) consisted of a long pole with a
circular top with nine white tails (yak or horse) hanging down from it.
White haired tails were used in times of peace, which is why the one was
raised when the Mongols were united at the kuriltai of 1206 CE was white. Black
haired tails, however, were raised during times of war. In front of the Great
Khan’s ger (tent) were the ‘Nine White Banners’: one in the center, which was
the tallest, and eight others surrounding this central banner.
“As for me, I have consecrated (sprinkled) my
standard which is visible from afar; I have beaten my bellowing drum
covered with the hide of a black bull; I have mounted my swift black
horse; I have put on my armor (‘steel-hard dress’) and
grasped my steel spear; I have placed on the bowstring my arrow with its
nock of wild peach bark. I am ready, let us start and give battle to the
Qa’at Merkit!” – The Secret History of the Mongols.
“Then say to them, ‘My long (streamers of
horse or yak tails) standard, visible from afar, I have
consecrated; I have beaten my deep-sounding drum covered with
ox-hide; I have mounted my swift horse, the one with a black stripe along
the backbone; I have put on my leather-strapped breastplate, and grasped
my hilted sword; I have placed on the bowstring my nocked arrow. I am
ready, let us fight to the death against the Uduyit Merkit!’”
Genghis Khan (“To those who sided with me when I was
establishing our nation, I shall express my appreciation”) assigned
eighty-eight of his companions to the rank of commander (despite their ethnicity,
religion or social class). Most of these men would lead a single tumen
(‘ten-thousand’) each – Jebe (‘the arrow’) and Jelme (‘blood sucker’) were two
of them. Each commander was given a great drum (naccara); if this
drum was struck once it signaled that it was time to prepare their horses for
travel and place their equipment on them. The second beating indicated that it
was time to disassemble and organize their tents and the third pounding
indicated that it was finally time to move off from camp. All this was done in
silence: when moving off from a camp site, during combat and when preparing
^ Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The
Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator). Plate C.
“It is like a very tall whistle of bronze or copper and
across the top of it there is stretched a large piece of leather… and this is
supported by four stakes as high as a man’s waist… and if the chieftain wished
to move camp, when midnight is passed he orders the drum to be struck and the
man who is allotted this task grasps two wooden maces in his two hands… and
strikes as hard as his strength and breath allow him to do.” – Friar
David of Ashby.
In their eerie silence these white and black banners would
signal the light cavalrymen to attack or retreat while the naccara (war drums)
were banged as a signal for a full-on assault including heavy cavalrymen. The
silence would be replaced with the maddening howls and yelling of the charging
horsemen which would force the enemy into fleeing. One reason for the silence
was so the horsemen could keep a low profile, they would draw little attention
so the enemy wouldn’t expect their sudden assaults until it was too late for
them to react effectively.
The steppe nomads were known to use a decimal system as
an organizational structure, the Mongols too utilized it. In this system a
commander or officer only needed to communicate with the ten below them –
making the passing of orders and intel much easier and faster.
Arban – a squad of 10 men. This was the smallest unit size; the oldest person in this squad would usually take on the leadership role.
Jagun or zagun – 10 arbans equaling 100.
Minghan – 10 jugans equaling 1,000.
Tumen – 10 minghans equaling 10,000. Though a tumen didn’t always reach ten thousand, sometimes being bolstered by auxiliaries (5,000) which could make up to half of the Tumen’s full size. Temujin would also make it illegal under penalty of death to change into another unit. This often separated sons from fathers, siblings and cousins so this essentially broke familial loyalties. Now no matter your ethnicity, religion or previous clan and tribal associations, your squad became your new family.
Like most other steppe cultures, the first weapon that comes
to mind is the bow. The Mongols typically carried two bows with
them, one short and one long, both of which were held within their own
individual bow cases. The shorter bow was used for
short range attacked while the longer compound reflex bow could
reach between a range of 200-300 meters (656-984 ft.) with an account of a man
called Yesüngge (Genghis Khan’s nephew) able to shoot “a target at
335 alds (536 m. or 1,758 ft.)“.
They also brought along two to three quivers,
each holding about thirty arrows each. These bows were pulled back by way
of the so-called ‘Mongolian Draw/Release’, in this style the index
and middle finger are abandoned in favor of the thumb which was then supported
by index and middle finger which rested atop the back of the thumb. The Mongols
would wear a ring which allowed faster and more powerful shots. These rings
could be made of bone, horn, stone, leather, metal and other materials.
“Every [Mongol] is
ordered to carry into battle sixty arrows, thirty smaller ones for piercing and
thirty larger with broad heads for discharging at close quarters. With these
latter they wound one another in the face or arms and cut through bowstrings
and inflict heavy loses.” – Marco Polo.
Primarily there were two types of arrows used,
light arrows with small arrow heads which were used for long range and heavier
arrows ones with broader arrow heads that made them powerful armor-piercing
missiles (due to the fact that they were heated until red-hot then dipped into
salt water) used at close quarters (range of 150 yards and much deadlier at
close range). A whetstone was attached to a quiver, this tool was used to file
and sharpen arrowheads and blades. The greater majority of the Mongol army
consisted of light cavalrymen (six in ten) so most wore little
to no armor and used small swords, bows and javelins.
^ Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 084 – Mongol
Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds
(illustrator). Plate B.
Heavy cavalrymen, despite rarely being thought of,
were an important and integral part of the Mongol army. Armed with scimitars,
axes, and twelve foot long lances with a hook near the tip used to
yank men off their horses. These elite warriors wore cuirasses consisting of
five segments of leather which were boiled in order to soften them (in effect
creating a flexible piece of armor) then they were tied to each other. The
leather segments would also, with the help of lacquer, become waterproof.
This lamellar-like style of armor was also implemented into the creation of
greaves and even horse armors.
“One on one side of the horse and one on the other, and
these stretched from the tail to the head and are fastened to the saddle and
behind the saddle on to its back and also on the neck; another section they put
over its hindquarters where the ties of the two parts are fastened and in the
last named piece they make a hole for the tail or come through; covering the
breast is another section. All these pieces reach down as far as the knees or
joints of the leg. On its forehead they put an iron plate which is tied to the
aforementioned sections on each side of the neck.” – Giovanni of
Pian del Carpine.
^ Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The
Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).
Another form of leather armor worn was scale armor which
consisted of thin but long scales of leather (20 lbs.) designed in
lamellar-like fashion. According to Friar William of Rubruck, a Flemish (Dutch
Flanders) missionary (Franciscan) and explorer who traveled throughout the
Mongol Empire, the Mongols attained iron caps and iron plated armors from
Persia. They used lassos, swords (scimitars from the Turks), light
axes, maces, spears, lances and small round shields. Lances, however, are
mentioned as being their primary weapon. These lances featured a hook which was
used to pull enemy combatants off from horseback and yank shields so to open
the enemy up to an attack.
A common battle tactic used by the Mongols was the Tulughma,
or ‘standard sweep’; arranging themselves in a checkerboard-like formation
similar to the Roman Republic’s manipular formation. This granted them free
space to maneuver so the light horse archers that lay in the back rows to snake
through the heavy lancers divisions in the front rows while the light
cavalrymen at the wings weave around them to flank the enemy.
^ Tulughma or “standard sweep”. Osprey –
‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by S. R. Turnbull and Angus
The horse archers would then blot out the sun with flurries
of arrow fire and once they were successful in sending the enemy into disarray,
the heavy cavalry lancers would stride forward and smite the enemy or force
them into routing. If the arrow volleys did not sufficiently stagger the enemy
and the light cavalry archers were forced to retreat they would make their way
back behind the safety of their core force while letting loose Parthian shots,
their place would be recycled by another. The light horse bowmen and heavy
cavalry lancers would then engage in a cascade of alternating assaults echoing
the actions of the Parthians that obliterated the Romans at the Battle of
Carrhae in 53 BCE.
The Mongols tie branches to the tail of their horses to
create a blinding storm of dust or sand which could obscure an escape or grant
the illusion of a larger Mongol force. Like the Persian Immortals, most of this
was done in complete silence from the soldiers. Directions were given by
lanterns. the beating of drums, cracking of whips or the waving, raising or
lowering of flags. The Mongols would strive to surround and outflank the enemy
but they always allowed the enemy an outlet to flee through since cornered rats
fought ever fiercer. If the enemy are in dire straits, were given an escape
route and followed it then they would be chased and hunted down by the Mongol
“If it happens that the enemy fight well, the Tartars
make way of escape for them, then as soon as they begin to take flight and are
separated from each other they fall upon them and more are slaughtered in
flight than could be killed in battle.” – Giovanni of Pian del
“When you surround an army, leave an outlet free. Do not
press a desperate foe too hard.” – Art of War by Sun Tzu.
Back in 1204 CE, two years before he was declared Genghis
Khan, he set out against To’oril, Jamuqa and the Naimans. For the most part
much of Mongol warfare consisted of unorganized skirmishes and the individual
warrior’s skill but in this battle Temujin shows how he successfully employed
three different battle formations which overwhelmed the enemy.
“[Temujin] rode against them and, having driven away
their patrolmen, he arrayed his troops and together with the army leaders
decided to advance in ‘caragana’ marching-order, to stand in ‘lake’
battle-formation and fight a ‘chisel’ combat” – The Secret
History of the Mongols, 195.
One such formation was the Caragana (peashrub
of Siberia, Mongolia and northern China) also known as the ‘Moving
Bush’ or ‘Tumbleweed’ Formation: instead of a full-scale assault on the
enemy, the Mongols split up into arbans (squads of ten men each) and peppered
the enemy from any and all directions. The Mongol arbans would act almost
independently of one another, advancing and retreating. The enemy wouldn’t know
where the next attack or wave would come from and which to advance against.
Since the skirmish began in the darkness of the early morning the Mongol
numbers were obscured. This formation was usually used during dark, cloudy or
foggy days and under the cover of darkness (dusk till dawn).
The next phase of the battle was followed by the so-called ‘Lake
Formation’ which mimicked the waves hitting the shore. The Mongols would
form up in horizontal lines and harass the enemy like a wave. They would then
retreat back through the gaps of the new wave of assailants and prepare for
their next wave. After performing this formation the enemy formed up into a
thin line in order to meet the Mongols. Now forcing the enemy into spreading
and thinning their ranks out, the Mongols changed to the next formation in
The next stage was the so-called ‘Chisel Formation’:
the Mongols narrowed their vanguard whose ranks behind it widened – like an
arrowhead. This formation is similar to the more well-known ‘Wedge’,
‘Draco’, and ‘Boar’s Snout’ formations. This formation would allow the concentrated
Mongol vanguard to break through the thinned out enemy line. The enemy was
unable to keep up with the shifting tactics of the Mongols; overwhelmed and
outmatched, the enemy were no match.
Another popular tactic was the ‘Crow
Swarm/Soldiers’, ‘Ocean Waves’ or ‘Falling/Scattered Stars’: this was sort
of like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’. Like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’ they
utilized small bands which surrounded the enemy, even if the enemy had a larger
army. The difference here was that these small bands were at least half the
size of the Moving Bush’s. At the beating of a drum, fire signals, crack of a
whip or a shout, the small bands all attacked in unison like a massive oceanic
wave. This raucous assault was then followed by a silent retreat and repeated
KESHIG: THE GREAT KHAN’S SECRETIVE ORDER OF ELITE GUARDS
In Mongol tribal societies, assassinations were common and
loyalties shifted like the sands of the great Gobi Desert. Warriors swayed from
leader to leader, whichever granted them the most potential profit and fit
their immediate needs. Being that these steppe nomads lived in tents it was not
that difficult for someone to slip in and kill someone else, because of this
Genghis Khan created a band of bodyguards numbering some one hundred and fifty
sworn followers (keshig or Keshik, “blessed or favored”);
seventy day guards (Torguud) and eighty night guards (khevtuul).
^ Mongol (2007). My snapshot.
“[Genghis Khan] chose and recruited eighty men to
serve on roster as nightguards and seventy men to serve
as dayguards. He recruited them from the sons and younger brothers
of commanders of a thousand and of a hundred, as well as from the sons and
younger brothers of mere ordinary people, choosing and recruiting those who
were able and of good appearance.” – The Secret History of the
Day and night shift:
“Chinggis Qa’an further ordered: ‘The quiverbearers,
the dayguards, the stewards, the doorkeepers and the grooms are to
go on roster duty in daytime. Before the sun sets they shall see to make way for
the nightguards; they shall go out to their geldings and spend the night there.
At night, the nightguards shall see that those of their men
whose duty it is to lie all around Our tent do so, and they shall put on roster
those of their men whose duty it is to stand at the door to guard it. The
following morning, when We eat soup, the quiverbearers and the dayguards shall
report to the nightguards; the quiverbearers, dayguards, stewards and
doorkeepers shall all carry out their respective tasks and take their appointed
places.” – The Secret History of the Mongols. 192.
^ Marco Polo (Netflix TV series).
This elite bodyguard eventually grew from a group of 150 men
into a full tumen (unit of ten-thousand men) and would continue to be used by
the Turco-Mongol led Mughal Empire of India (Khishig) and the Turco-Mongol led
Il-kanate of Greater Persia (Keshikchi). Even the famed Venetian merchant and
traveler Marco Polo is suspected to have been part of this
secretive order, his deep knowledge of Mongol society and his closeness to the
Khan (Kublai Khan) hints towards some sort of special relationship. The Keshig
not only operated as a system of elite bodyguards but also as administrators,
overseers and as a military academy that could lead its members into the
position of commanders of a tumen (ten-thousand). Many of the Keshig were sons
of high ranking Mongol commanders over tumens and minghans (thousand). By
allowing their sons into this order the Great Khan was effectively using them
^ Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol
Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate
As a whole, under Genghis Khan’s rule steppe armies became
far more professionalized. Before commencing march, the commanders
and officers had to inspect their men’s gear, equipment and
supplies – every piece of armor or weaponry had to be in good condition. The
Mongols brought with them needle and thread to keep their clothing and armor in
good condition. Only after the inspection had been passed could the Mongols
continue on their campaign.
^ Mongol (2007).
While on the march or in battle, any item that was dropped
must be picked up by the man behind the owner; be it a bow, sword, sowing
needle or whip – failing to do so could result in being executed. There were
certain people who searched throughout the deserted camp site for any
belongings that may have been accidentally left behind. Other acts that
were punishable by death were desertion, fleeing from the
field when not given such order, looting the fallen before given permission and
guards found sleeping on their watch. Lesser infractions resulted in the
penalty of being caned; the number of times struck depended on how many times
you’ve stepped out of line.
“When they are in battle, if one or two or three or even
more out of a group of ten run away, all are put to death; and if a whole group
of ten flees, the rest of the group of a hundred are all put to death, if they
do not flee too. In a word, unless they retreat in a body, all who take flight
are put to death. Likewise if one or two or more go forward boldly to the
flight, then the rest of the ten are put to death if they do not follow and, if
one or more of the ten are captured, their companions are put to death if they
do not rescue them.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.
“The first failure of a guardsman to appear on duty is to
be punished with 30 strokes, a second failure with 70 strokes and a third
failure with 37 strokes and expulsion from the guard…” – TheSecret
History of the Mongols.
Head over to my post, “GENGHIS
KHAN, THE STALLION WHO MOUNTS THE WORLD”, to read more about how Genghis
Khan was pressured into campaigning out of China toward Central Asia (Kara
Khitai Khanate), to Greater Iran (Khwarezmian Empire), to the frontier of
Eastern Europe (Medieval Russia and Ukraine) and back to China. I also
cover Mongol shamanism and their tolerance of foreign religions,
the famed ‘Yam’ pony express, their tactical use of
captives and their massive deportation policy.
To read up on the early history of the Mongols, check out my post ‘THE
MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN’. In this post I speak about the
Mongolian transition from seemingly insignificant tribal confederacies into an
empire that was four times the size of Alexander’s and twice the size of the
Roman’s. I cover their military tactics, some of their battle
formations, armaments, their rapid adaptation of foreign technologies, and
their secretive order of bodyguards known as the Keshik. During Genghis
Khan’s early reign the Mongols warred against themselves and their fellow
steppe neighbors as well as Northern China’s Western Xia dynasty (Tanguts:
Tibeto-Burmese) and eastern Jinn dynasty (Tungusic Jurchens
who were Sinicized).
♡ Game of Thrones Preferences #1: How the two of you meet [Male Version] ♡
♡ // please let me know if there’s anyone else you’d like to see in this series \ // female version if coming soon \ ♡
♡ How the two of you meet ♡
Jon Snow: The two of you first met at Winterfell, when your family was invited to come to come to a Northern Feast by Lord Eddard Stark, the Warden of the North. While you waited for the feast to begin, your younger siblings had all run off to play with the younger Stark children, leaving you alone and lost. You were trying to figure out what to do, and trying not to seem awkward in front of all the lords and ladies that had arrived and were chatting to one another, when you noticed Lord Stark’s bastard son, Jon Snow, alone, too. The two of you began talking and found many common interests, and he was very surprised how well you could handle a weapon, especially a bow and arrow. Once the feast finally came around, instead of with your family and the rest of the nobility, you sat with Jon and Theon, much to your father’s dismay. You all became close, especially with Jon.
Robb Stark: You met Robb in Winterfell, when your father, Tywin Lannister set up a betrothal between you, his youngest daughter, and Robb Stark, heir to Winterfell. You were extremely nervous on the way their, and only managed to travel a couple of days in that stuffy carriage with your sister and her children before travelling on horseback the rest of the way, beside your brother, the Kingslayer. Everybody expected to see you follow your sister out of the carriage, and were surprised when they saw several knights rush over and help you off your horse, making sure your gown wasn’t stained in the mud as you jumped off. You made your way towards the Stark family, and curtsied before greeting the Lord and Lady of Winterfell. As you looked to Lord Stark’s right, you finally met eyes with your betrothed, Robb Stark. You didn’t expect him to look so handsome, or to be so tall, and you most definitely didn’t expect him to have such exquisite blue eyes. Despite your nerves, you curtsied once more, and spoke, “My Lord, you must be Robb Stark, it’s an honour to meet you, I hear we are to be betrothed”. You smiled, and he replied “Yes, My Lady. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I cannot wait to wed such a beauty. Shall I show you around Winterfell while our families prepare for the feast?” He asked, smiling softly. You blushed as he kissed the back of your hand, sending chills up and down your arms. Then and there, your doubts washed away, and you both became ever more close since the day you met.
Jaime Lannister: You were the youngest Tyrell daughter of Mace Tyrell, and travelled to King’s Landing with your grandmother, father, your older sister Margaery who was to be wed to King Joffrey, and your older brother Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers. You weren’t very excited about having to go to King’s Landing, it was dirty and full of danger, however you couldn’t help but feel happy for how excited your sister was to become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. When you were in the Throne Room, standing by your sister’s side as she spoke of her love for Joffrey and pleaded to marry him, your eyes began to drift, taking a look at the people surrounding the King. Your eyes caught a member of the Kingsguard, and you instantly knew it was Jaime Lannister by his golden hair and gold-flecked green eyes. His eyes suddenly met yours, but you didn’t look away. You’d heard many cruel stories and tales of the Kingslayer, yet he didn’t look like the typical evil monster from the songs. He was young and fair, handsome and standing proud. You smiled, before setting your gaze on the King again. You swore you saw him smile out of the corner of your eye, and vowed to talk to him later.
Khal Drogo: You were the only child, and daughter of the Khal Kovarro, your father, the leader of your khalasar. Among the khalasar, you were known for your beauty and kindness to the people, but also your skills at riding and using a weapon, having been trained by your father so you knew how to protect yourself. One day, you had been bathing in a hot tub full of herbs and oils, provided by your maids, when you heard the sound of heavy hoofs of horses galloping on land. They were soon followed up by the sounds of calls, yells, screams, and soon enough the whole camp was alive with the sound of battle. You shrunk in fear, not knowing what to do, since your handmaidens had run out to see what the commotion was, and they were now, probably either dead or captured. You stared at the flap of your tent as it opened, eyes wide with fear, as three men entered, most definitely not from your father’s khalasar. They had menacing looks about them, and held bloody weapons at their side. But the way their eyes scoured your nude body, vulnerable and unprotected, you knew you weren’t going to have a quick and painless death. “Please! Don’t!”, you tried to scream, to keep them away, but you knew it was helpless, the Dothraki were known for their brutality, and how they raped and pillaged across Dothraki sea. Their hands grabbed you, bruising your soft skin, and pulled you up roughly, but as you were thrown down on your stomach, a loud, rough voice shouted “Leave the girl alone”. The three men paused and turned around for a moment, before leaving you alone, confused why their khal had ordered them to stop. “You will not touch her, she will come with me. Now, leave”, he ordered, before walking to you. You feared he meant to use you as the other men meant to, but instead he handed you a cloth to cover yourself with. “I will not hurt you, but you must come with me”. You didn’t believe him, but you had no other choice, you knew that. His khalasar had slain yours, and your father was dead. If you didn’t obey, he would kill you, too. During the weeks he had taken you, you found yourself oddly growing ever more comfortable, and truly came to no harm, instead always remaining by his side. The two of you became close, and you soon came to trust him with all your heart.
Petyr Baelish: The two of you first met when you and your sister, Sansa and father, Eddard Stark were attending the Hand’s Tourney, at King’s Landing, which was arranged as a celebration, to honour your father on becoming the new Hand of the King, to Robert Baratheon. You gasped as Loras Tyrell struck the Mountain, Gregor Clegane off his horse, too engrossed to notice a figure walking towards you. “Gregor Clegane always picked mares that had more spirit than sense”. You jumped, frightened by the voice, and turned to see a fairly short, well dressed man, with short, dark brown hair looking down at you, smirking. You most certainly had never seen this man, yet he seemed to greet you as if you were an old friend. “I’m sorry, do I-”,
“(Y/N”) dear, this is Lord Baelish. He’s a-”,
“An old friend of the family”. He interrupted Septa Mordane, introducing himself. He intrigued you, and his mocking smirk and playful look about his eyes made you want to know what he seemed so gleeful about.
“I’ve known your mother a long, long time”. He said, sitting down beside you. The rest of the tourney, you were distracted and didn’t even look at the duels, instead engrossed in conversation with the Master of Coin. By the end of the night, you couldn’t wait for the melee duels of tomorrow, eager to see Lord Baelish again.
Tormund Giantsbane: You first met Tormund Giantsbane when you, the eldest daughter of Lady Mormont, swore to fight alongside Jon Snow and his army against Ramsay Bolton, to take back Winterfell. Tormund was instantly drawn to you by the way you spoke, and how well you could fight, which most women couldn’t. He also loved you small you were compared to him, and how quickly you would get embarrassed when he teased you. One day, as you were sparring with a fellow soldier, Tormund walked up behind the two of you, watching you kick the boy into a pile of snow. “You’re a lucky man”, Tormund announced, smirking, once the boy finally lifted his head. Your eyes shot up at the wildling, and you failed to suppress a blush that had now spread across your cheeks. The wildling had often flirted with you, but no matter how many times it happened, you could never stop yourself from blushing. He chuckled and got closer to you, “How about I show you how a real man fights, hmm?” He offered, before placing his hand on the small of your back, making you blush even more and stuttering and quickly walking off. He laughed as you walked off, and followed you into the hall, determined to make you blush even more.
Sandor Clegane: You two of you first met when you were rushing around the Red Keep, trying to look for your sister, Sansa. As you were walking around the halls, eyes drifting about wildly, you didn’t notice the large figure in front of you until you bumped into the broad shoulders of the Hound, Sandor Clegane. “Watch where yer going, girl”, he spat angrily, attempting to scare you. Unlike most people of King’s Landing, you weren’t afraid of the Hound, nor his scars. He was taken aback as you looked him straight in the eyes, a smile on your face, as if his rough words hadn’t fazed you. “I’m terribly sorry ser, I wasn’t watching where I was going as I was looking for my sister, have you seen her?”, you asked politely. His eyes flickered for a moment, surprised by the fact that you didn’t even flinch as you looked at him, still smiling. He hesitated for a moment, before mumbling, “In the garden, with the King”. You smiled widely, before rushing past him with a last “Thank you, ser!”. He watched you until you rounded the corner, before mumbling, “I’m no ser”, wishing you hadn’t run off.
Jorah Mormont: You first met Ser Jorah Mormont when you were travelling alongside your older sister, Daenerys Targaryen. Your brother Viserys made you go with her, in hopes of meeting a possible suitor at Daenerys’ and Khal Drogo’s wedding. On the day of the wedding, you sat by your brother Viserys, your silver blonde hair flowing in long curls along your back, and you were clad in a slightly sheer, lilac gown that ran to your ankles, matching your lilac eyes. You tried not to pay much attention to the crowd, still intimidated by the brutality of the Dothraki, when an older, quite handsome man sat beside you and your brother, wearing leather armor and a green cape that flowed behind him, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “My King, My Lady, it is an honour to meet you both, I am Ser Jorah Mormont”, his smooth voice announced, as he bowed to your brother, and then rose to kiss the back of your hand. You blushed slightly, and smiled at the man, too embarrassed by his action to speak. Over a couple of weeks, the two of you grew close as he rode by your side in the khalasar, both bonding over your love of books and reading. The two of you especially became close as he taught you how to speak Dothraki, and the both of you fell more and more in love over time. Jorah made a vow to himself that he would protect you, and wouldn’t let Viserys marry you off.
In 1833, the year she turned fourteen, she drew a picture titled, ‘Amazons at War.’ In it, women with long streaming hair are riding into battle, their horses trampling men underfoot; one fires an arrow directly into the face of a male soldier, killing him.
I have zero shame to admit I’m absolute Eremika shipping trash. I’ve been waiting for chapter 50 to get animated forever. So here is a fic based on a headcanon I have regarding what happens in between chapter 50 and 51.
This isn’t particularly romantic but that’s because Eren isn’t particularly romantic.
Summary: When Eren realises that he’s still fighting the same battle but for a different reason.
The entire ride back to Wall Rose is surreal for Eren.
A million things race through his head and his mind replays the moment of Hannes death over and over again drawing parallels to his mother’s death at the hands of the same titan.
But he knows that’s it’s not what will haunt him at night when he goes to sleep. What will truly haunt him, what will surely be a part of every nightmare he’ll have will always revolve around just how close he’d come to losing Mikasa.
She’s on the horse with him, her hands around his waist, her cheek pressed up against the back of his neck.
Her breathing is shallow and weak next to his ears and every time the horse jerks, her grip on him becomes a little tighter and a soft groan escapes from her lips.
He’s well aware that her pain tolerance is nothing to scoff at and the fact that she’s barely managing to stay conscious tells him that her injuries are far worse than he’d originally concluded.
“Mikasa.. hang on we are almost there.” Eren has never been the comforting type and a flimsy reassurance that this painful ride will end soon is all he can offer.
Worrying about her is something he’s rarely done, Mikasa has always taken on that role in their relationship and it takes him by surprise by how much it hurts siting on right next to her and knowing that she’s in pain and being able to do absolutely nothing about it.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is barely above a choked whisper and for a second he thinks he’s imagined it but she continues.
“I couldn’t protect you.” Each word dragging out due to her shallow breathing,“I couldn’t even save Hannes, I’m sorry.”
Eren is about to respond but her arms around him loosen and she goes entirely limp.
Eren nearly screams.
“Mikasa..oi-Mikasa!” He calls out moving a little to see if she stirred. The Wall was in sight now only about a mile away.
“Eren keep her as steady as you can.” Armin calls out from next to him looking worriedly at Mikasa.
The next few minutes are a blur. Eren’s mind is wholly focused on Mikasa’s well being as he brings her down from the horse carrying her towards the lift.
He’s delicate with her in a way he never thought he was capable of and Armin who stands behind Eren watching the scene silently, understands that something utterly critical had changed within his best friend.
The ever present fire in Eren’s eyes had died. They were no longer filled with hatred and rage but with something far more powerful, something Armin saw in Mikasa’s eyes whenever she looked at Eren.
And despite everything that had happened Armin let the faintest of smiles on his face.
Eren sat beside Mikasa’s bed looking at the stream of light that entered through a crack in the window.
Mikasa lay asleep on the bed, her black hair splayed on the pillow fanning her face. Her bandages were hidden underneath her white shirt but the odd angle she slept in gave away her discomfort. She looked smaller and more vulnerable than usual and Eren didn’t like it one bit.
He was so used to seeing Mikasa in a picture that was larger life, an image in which she was unbeatable that seeing her pale and curled up left a bitter taste in his mouth.
But it was nothing compared to seeing her cry.
To see her cry, to see her give up so utterly and completely…..
That had pretty much shattered him in a way that was impossible to fix.
He flinched and looked down at the scarf in his hands remembering the look on her face.
Thank you for being there with me.
Eren couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d pushed her away without a second thought. Brushed her concern off like it was nothing just because his pride was hurt.
But it had never been only about his pride it was more about the utter frustration that stemmed from not being able to fulfil his mother’s wish.
He fiddled with the scarf carefully turning it in his hands.
Ever since they’d arrived and Mikasa had been treated Eren had practically isolated himself next to her unable to face the consequences of his kidnapping.
He’d never realised just how dependant he’d been on Mikasa to pick up the broken pieces of him every time they lost. She fixed him up and knitted him back together carefully and thoroughly making sure there were no loose ends just like she did with her scarf.
He’d just been too blind to notice it.
Mikasa stirred slightly and gave a soft snore. With a start Eren realised scene was strangely reminessecent of the time when he was recovering from his fight with Annie except their roles had been switched.
Eren couldn’t say that he liked siting there and waiting for her to wake up. He’d never been patient and waiting had never been his strong suit.
But he’d do it, he’d remain by her side and wait for her no matter how long it took for her to open her eyes.
He looked down at the red scarf in his hands . Ever since Armin had handed it to him Eren hadn’t been able to let go of it. Letting it slip out of his sight for even a second felt wrong especially now since he knew what the scarf meant to Mikasa.
Through out the years Eren had always wondered why she’d kept the old thing with her, wearing it whenever she had the opportunity.
He finally understood.
Thank you for staying by my side.
Thank you for giving me a purpose to live.
Thank you for wrapping this scarf around me.
He finally understood why she cared so much. Why she was so afraid of losing him.
He was home for her.
And now that Eren finally understood he’d be damned before he let anyone, himself included take it away from her.
He’d stay by her side, from now till forever…whenever she needed as many times she needed.
Eren noticed how the scarf had come undone towards the end. It was small, hardly noticeable but none the less Eren went to fetch a sewing kit.
He returned to her side with the supplies and started threading the needle. Eren had been quite hopeless at these things back at home and it had always been up to Mikasa to pick up his slack.
Eren pricked his finger on the needle drawing blood and then immediately stilled.Eren held his breath half expecting himself to transform but when a few moments passed by he let out a sigh of relief.
He’d hate to have to explain to the captain why there was a gaping hole in the building but then again that stage would only come if the captain actually let him live.
Eren turned back to the task in hand trying to remember what his mother had unsuccessfully tried to teach him on several occasions. His hand stilled as he recalled the memory of his mother leaning over both Mikasa and him in their small kitchen back in Shiganshina as they struggled to get through their chores.
“Mom.” He said softly looking at his handiwork after he was done. It wasn’t nearly as perfect as Mikasa’s but he knew that his mother would be proud none the less,“I’ll do a better job of protecting her from now on. I won’t let you or Mikasa down, not anymore.”
He stayed like that for a while the scarf in his hands, Mikasa in front of him and silence all around him.
He eventually leaned forward putting it down next to her before gently placing her hand inbetween his. In that moment there is a strange sense of peace in him, a sort of calm before the a raging and violent storm.
He knows that eventually he’ll have to go out and fight. To prove that his life was worth all those who’s been sacrificed.
Before the weight of that pressure would have crushed him. It would have brought him down to his knees and twisted at his heart with guilt.
But now he feels nothing but a sense of unfaltering determination.
Because while his goal remains the same, to fight Titans to kill them all, his reasons have changed.
He’d no longer do it for his hatred. Neither would he do it for revenge.
He’d do it to fulfil a promise to his mother.
He’d do it protect the people he loved the most, he’d do it to protect Mikasa.
He’d fight to give her the future she wanted as well as the future she deserved.
From now on he’d fight for Mikasa.
I hope you liked it! Comments and reviews are appreciated :)
Human/Gal forces landed in an opening where there was little Benemar
to resist them so they would have a chance to consolidate and
organise their forces, the Benemar are often called the masters of
defence but not even they can defend the whole planet at once. Still
their landings were not uncontested, small mobile Benemar forces
harassed them and killed many as they were just hitting the ground.
But once the Humans and Gal got moving they were quickly overwhelmed.
This they expected as those small forces were only to make sure the
enemy didn’t land unopposed. Cathy finished off a Benemar that
refused to die after being shot by three of them so she simply went
up to it and tore his head off.
much more fun than shooting them” she said.
fight well Human Cathy” a Gal signed to her.
I’m sorry I shot one of you earlier”
smiled, despite reservations from the front line soldiers fighting
alongside the Gal they had quickly earned each others respect.
put a large force of Benemar ahead of us” the Gal signed.
we are outnumbered” Captain clerk said appearing next to Cathy.
means we have more targets” Cathy said smiling.
cast her mind back to the ship, Hesky was there taking care of their
baby and even though they were in the safest place she still worried
about Depit. Both of them had wanted to go and take part in the
invasion but Clerk had ordered that one stay behind should something
happen to the other. They had played rock, paper, scissors to decide
and Cathy had won, Clerk gave them an hour to say goodbye which they
spent the only way they could, rampant sex.
invasion consisted of over 18 million Humans along with war machines
and nearly twice as many Gal which together they launched a three
force would land and head west while Williams would secure their
flanks while Kiev went east. If all went according to plan Clerk and
Kiev would meet on the other side of the planet. But Humans knew that
in war things seldom go according to plan, at least never perfectly.
scouts tell us the enemy heavily out guns us and are advancing”
Jenkins said holding his ear listening to the scouts reports and
speaking them to Clerk.
have not yet unloaded our tanks and other such vehicles” Cathy said
looking over and the landing craft still descending with the
equipment. Their pods were designed for quick deployment to secure
the landing area so that they can bring down the heavier weapons.
This needed time and Benemar were already advancing to meet them.
attack” Clerk said walking back “Gal, bring up your own forces
and prepare to move out”
captain” he signed and moved off and as a swarm the others moved
Gal had agreed to the Humans command structure and would follow the
Human officers, all Gal were recognised as the rank of private, the
common foot soldier. Since the Gal had so sense of an officer they
just agreed in the spirit of co operation.
not as co-ordinated the Humans moved once they had the orders to do
so, what podsuits that came down with them that were still running
and the few tanks they had were also brought forth.
listen up everyone” Clerk started “The Benemar outnumber us by a
hell of a lot, like really a fucking hell of a lot and have a lot
more heavy guns than we do…a lot more. So this is our plan, get in
close combat where their heavy guns will be useless and we have the
advantage. Simple and easy but make no mistakes, this is not going to
be one sided, we cannot retreat from this” Clerk looked at the
soldiers looking to him all of them heard him over the com but still
looked in his direction. “Well what are you waiting for? Lets go
cheered so loud that even the Benemar who were miles away thought
they heard them, even the Gal sounded their screeching call to add to
the noise. The first main assault was under way.
Gal were fast, very fast with their many tentacles which pulled them
along the ground at incredible speeds, they had no bone structure at
least not in the true sense but just a mass collection of dense
muscles that were almost as hard. At all times when they ran half of
their tentacles were on the ground and it made it look like they were
almost spinning. They were always considered the fastest in open
terrain by the Alliance, so one could imagine the Benemar’s amazement
when they saw the Gal charging towards them, and the Humans were
the Gal were surprised, they had never seen a Human run before as
Humans had always fought them by landing their pods right on top of
them. But in open ground the Humans on only two legs kept up with the
Gal and did not seem to tire in the slightest.
formation was mixed, the two armies had merged together so that in
every point the Humans could give the Gal some small arms cover fire.
them the artillery Gal were being carried by the podsuits as they
were slow to relocate and would place them in a better position and
stay to protect them.
ran alongside a guard Gal but just behind it’s shield, it was huge
the size of an elephant and it thundered the ground as it’s six legs
ran. She felt a lot safer running with this thing next to her.
the Benemar were in sight and they opened up with a devastating
volley, the Guard Gal may have been present but with so many Benemar
firing they were bound to find holes in the armour and many Gal and
Human were hit. Luckily the Human’s armour saved them from anything
fatal and many would get back up and continue charging.
the heavy bombardment came, the guard Gal next to Cathy was hit and
killed, it’s head hit the ground and it’s back end flipped over it.
She managed to jump aside and over a small ditch as more shells
landed around her. From behind the Humans responded with their own
tanks and artillery Gal and a number of guided missiles. Above her
the air was being contested, Human fighters fought with Benemar craft
for control of the air switching position of hunter and prey in mere
Humans were equipped with not only a rifle with a bayonet and a
pistol but a blade on their backs, it was only a few feet long and
was mainly used with fighting the Gal in mind. But it would work just
as well against the Benemar. This was the main weapon they were going
to use in this battle, many Humans discarded their rifle as they
neared the Benemar lines. They were not going to need them.
Benemar fired at will now, desperate to halt the charge, some Gal had
morphed into a form that resembled a horse as the request of a number
of Humans and were letting them ride them like cavalry. Clerk was at
the front, he hated leading from the rear and he was going to make
sure he was the first to the Benemar line.
he was hit and went down a few hundred feet away.
Human/Gal force smashed into the Benemar army that had drawn their
own primitive looking blades, they were too large really but it was
there way that bigger is better.
jumped past one decapitation it’s head as she did and drive her blade
into the chest of another. They never stopped for if she did she
would have been trampled to death by her allies behind her so she ran
past and in and out of the Benemar bodies till she had to turn and
fight. The two armies had merged and nothing short of slaughter took
place. The Benemar had to rely on their numbers as the Humans were
stronger and the Gal were faster, and the Benemar had more than
enough numbers and it was thought the Benemar had more than a quarter
of a million warriors than the Human/Gal army. Even so at first there
was no clear winner. There was no formation as the fighting came down
to millions of single duels with each individual fighting for their
lives. Guard Gal ran rampant through the Benemar still their legs
were out from under them, Human’s found themselves tackled from
behind to loose their footing and would be set upon by several of the
enemy. The Benemar grew frustrated that the Humans could lift them up
and throw them with seemingly little difficulty. Even if they caught
one from behind to shoot them in the back a Gal would often leap to
the Humans defence and vis versa. The Humans and Gal worked together
Benemar drove their wartrucks which were massive armoured vehicles
into the fray running down troops of both sides and firing their
rapid fire guns at everything that did not have a snout.
noise, it was more than white noise as if one listened carefully they
could hear the grunts the shouts and the screams of the dyeing, the
clash of metal and cracking of gunfire. It would enough to make
anyone go mad if they were not to busy fighting for their lives.
Above them the fightercraft were fighting almost as intensely but it
was almost pointless. Neither side could look down and distinguish
friend from foe and thus could not help. The two sides had merged and
only one side was going to walk away with any kind of force left. If
they were going to walk away at all.
fought alongside a Gal she had saved after a Benemar got hold of one
of it’s tentacles, wherever she went it followed keeping an eye on
her back so that she could not be taken unawares. This became the
common theme, the Gal would attach themselves to a Human soldier and
work with them, they may not be able to read each others minds but
they still had their instincts that guided them.
had lost track of how many Benemar she had killed but then again she
wasn’t really keeping track, she had found Karen in all this mess and
exchanged a few looks to see if the other was wounded before being
set upon by a gang of Benemar. She lost track of her after that. She
could only hope she was okay.
The battle had ended some hours ago after raging for entire night
each side flooding their forces into this battle not willing to
surrender the field. If the Humans and Gal fell back their landing
area would be under threat, if the Benemar had to fall back the
landing area would not be immediately assailable and the Humans and
Gal could push on.
ground was covered like a carpet made of bodies from both sides, the
soil usually a black colour was now red, the only thing all these
aliens had in common was the colour of their blood.
tall above all this death was a pole with a flag waving in the win,
signalling which side was the victor this battle.
Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.
Pairings: Thranduil x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.
A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol