The Last Battle Of The Star Swords

By Dale Broda, Jr

She’s tried for years to get the sister sword from Andorian. With no success. Losing patience, a war broke out.

This is the story of the end of that war, where brother and sister sword clash for one last time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dale Broda, Jr
• Release date: Nov 12, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458003294

Dale Broda, Jr

Not much to say that's not said elsewhere. Though, I'll fill this in at a later date. Check out my rambles on dA if yer curious but honestly, I just like to tell stories.

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The Last Battle of the Star Swords

By

Dale Broda Jr

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are from the author’s mind. Any resemblance to any actual person, location or event is coincidental.

Copyright © 2008, Dale Broda Jr

Smashwords Edition

Cover illustration © 2010 Christine

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About this Edition.

This is the Smashwords.com edition. Although this will be formatted by the automatic file-conversion process used at Smashwords.com, I did try to keep it as is.

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Author’s Note

I wrote this at the end of last year. So, take that for what you will. I’m not really sure what I write is ever better than anything else I write. To me, they are all just stories I’m allowed to see and share to the best of my abilities. If you enjoy it as well… cool beans.

Shall we begin?

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The blow landed with a heavy thud. She staggered backwards but as I thrust forward, her blade pushed mine aside. Pushed me aside. It was luck alone that kept me on my feet. My feet felt so heavy as I turned to follow her. My eyes burned. Sweat. Blood. Mud. Lack of sleep. A combination of the four. How much longer could it last? As long as it did I guess. I couldn’t lose, too much depended on it.

It was nearly dawn now. The wind was as dead as my friends, my allies. So many dead. I raised Nightstar to block the incoming blow. The impact thundered through me. My legs buckled. My head hurt. The sky seemed so peaceful when I looked up at it. Why did it have to come to this? Another blow. Another dull clang as I blocked it out of hand. My eyes drifted down to the body I had stumbled over.

Selene. She had been the last to die. Fighting at my side till the end. Her bight green eyes were dull now. Glazed. Even the burning glow of Nightstar cast but a bare glimmer over her. She had been so faithful. So strong. We had planned this from the start. When things had gone the way we feared, we acted. We brought the army forth, we rallied the men and women. Promised them victory. Here they had met death.

All of them.

I barely registered the blow to my shoulder that sent me tumbling over Selene’s bloodied remains. I rolled and brought up Nightstar to ward off the slashing blow. Knocking the strike aside, I growled as I swept my leg out, trying to take down my opponent. She fell back with a slight grunt. Coming to her feet much quicker than I, she lunged. I was able to dodge