Glory: Bonus story from Dark Things Between the Shadow and the Soul

Bonus story from Dark Things Between the Shadow and the Soul


All his life he had dreamed of this day. He’d ride into battle and return with a glorious victory, one that minstrels would sing about.

The truth is a little different.

His father and uncles are fighting elsewhere, it is only him in this tight circle, surrounded on all sides, turning and slashing and hacking at his enemies as they came at him in an endless horde—

He does not know these people; he doesn’t hold back as his father had once paused on the eve of battle, too heartsick to fight once-beloved uncles and cousins.

He brings up the weapon in his hand, the only weapon he now has, as an arrow is fired at him. He’s not quite quick enough, though, and the arrow leaves a large gash in his side, trailing fire in its wake.

He’s weakening.

He doesn’t know if he’ll survive.

Everyone had always told him that war would be glorious. That he would win, and gain everlasting fame as a warrior.

But they had lied.

This is not war.

This is death.

And death is not glory and valour and heroism. It is not the stuff of songs and ballads.

Death is pain and weariness and agonised screams and the sound of metal clashing against metal and the taste of blood in the mouth.

It is the final, defiant scream that bursts from his throat as he lifts the chariot wheel above his head.

On the battlefield, there is no such thing as glory in death.

There is only death.



In The Mahabharata, the greatest epic of Indian mythology, one of the more famous legends is of Abhimanyu, Arjuna’s son, who was killed in battle at the age of sixteen. He perished in the unbeatable battle formation called the Chakravyuh, against more experienced fighters. During the battle, he was routed completely. In the end, all he had left to fight with was a chariot wheel, all his weapons were destroyed by enemy fire.

Abhimanyu had always seemed fascinating to me. Killed at sixteen and already a father (his wife was pregnant when he died) Abhimanyu’s son would go on to inherit the throne the Mahabharata war was fought for. So essentially, you could say that of all the Pandavas, he won.

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    • SSK

      This is meant to be a vignette, actually – a slice of Abhimanyu’s life (rather, the few minutes just before his death). Felt like writing something short and sweet this time instead of world building and having lots and lots of exposition. =)

      Have a look at the LOTR drabbles if you want to get a better idea.

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