Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
*NOTE*: For violent content, I'd say this story ranks between PG
or PG-13. Some of the battle scenes in this chapter and future
chapters were actually inspired by a dream I had last night.  I
suppose that in the battle scene, Darien is playing my dream
self.  I guess you can say I had some very weird dreams.  Oh
yeah!  This battle scene and what-not was inspired by a
historical battle between the French and English called
Agincourt.  In my story, the English outnumber the French, but
the french win anyway.  It is actually just the opposite of what
really happened. The English won the real battle, I'm sorry to
say,(sorry Gramayre!  I was rooting for the French!  Though for
more reasons than one) but failed to win the Hundred Years War,
thanks to a Joan d'Arc, the Maid of Lorraine.  The French were
four thousand strong, and outnumbered the English four-to-one.
The English won because they had more foot soldiers without the
armor that allowed them to move more quickly, and had longbows,
which could go through a man wearing armor and out the other
side.  Also, of course, the English had vicious methods which
they used in battle. England, France, and Burgundy, were all
trying to control the country of France. Enjoy!

     Darien and Barendieu stood in front of their lines, waiting
to give the signal to attack.  The had sent for reinforcements,
and Malechite was the one to deliver the message.  The tension in
the air could be felt all through one's body.  What was going to
happen?  Were they just going to stand there?  The talking on the
other side had quieted down.  Only the occasional stamping of a
horse's hooves could be heard.  Without warning, a huge cry went
up from he opposite side of the narrow field.  Swords and other
mid-evil weapons waved in the air madly.  Barendieu barked out
orders.  "Archers!  Behind the wall!  Aim!  Fire!" The foot
soldiers on the front line held out long lances and formed them
into a spiked wall.  The archers were behind them and aimed the
arrows up, and then they arched to hail downward onto the
approaching Enemy.  After several men fell, The Enemy did the
same.  Darien and Sean held up their shields to thwart the
arrows.  Darien gave a cry loud enough for his men to hear. 
"Advance!" Like a big wave, the men got up and began running for
the Enemy.  Steel rang upon steel, and Darien, on his horse, used
his sword best he could.  They were being slaughtered like pigs!
The fighting was fierce, and blood flowed freely everywhere.  Men
were being maimed ruthlessly.  Throats were being slit. They
appeared to be losing, but then Darien felt his horse start
sinking into the sucking mud.  He dismounted frantically and
tried to pull his horse from the mud.  It was no use.  It was too
heavy.  It's own weight was its death.  Darien glanced up as
agitated soldiers tried doing the same after realizing the same
thing was happening to them.  The Enemy was being crippled!  Not
only were the horses sinking, but the foot soldiers in heavy
armor!  Just then, Malechite bounded through the trees followed
by his reinforcements. Amy, Lita, Raye, and Mina were among them.
Darien bellowed out to them.  "Look lively!  Its not over yet! 
We still have to get to the stronghold!" When it looked like the
Enemy could take no more, the fighting stopped, though not in
time to save countless lives that had been lost.  The remaining
soldiers from the opposite side were taken prisoner.  Malechite
trotted towards Darien.  "Malechite.  You and some of your men
head back to camp." Take the prisoners with you.  Let Barendieu
decide what to do with them." Malechite smiled weakly.  "Ay,
Corp." Darien called out to his troops.  "To the stronghold,
men!" The had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
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*********Don't you love suspense?  Sorry if the note was a bit
confusing, but its a good thing to look into.  Well, I still want
e-mails, or the threat still stands!  Later! ~Jordan~