It's been awhile, but here's a new short
A wave of guests arrived in the port city located in the piece of land named the 'Shattered Glass'; named so because of the cliffs overseeing the water jutting out like just that, shattered glass. This wave of guests, uninvited and unexpected, would leave a terrible mark upon the world that day.
It started with an army of ships that shouldn't have been allowed to dock into the port as they were far too many to come unannounced. Yet for some reason they were allowed. Thousands of men came from those boats, barbaric and intimidating. At their head was their leader, the renowned Warlord Reck. The rumours were well known, and perhaps that was why they were allowed entrance without question. This army of ruffians were known to be deadly, and there was no trouble wanted. Warlord Reck himself had no intention of starting any war with this port city.
His army swarmed through the streets, planning on heading straight out of the city and onto their next destination. People of the Shattered Glass stood by to watch the spectacle, lining the streets and watching from balconies, being sure to give plenty of space to the dreaded warband.
One man, however, stood in the middle of the street, intent on not allowing them to pass.
Warlord Reck, completely unarmed and unarmoured, strode up to him without any semblence of fear. He said no words. He stood in silence looking down at the man, for he stood tall above him, casting him in his shadow. It was the man barring them passage who broke the silence.
"You.... you're.... Reck.. are you not?" he asked nervously, the fear, the trepidation, clear to all who watched.
"I am he" Reck answered simply.
The man looked almost saddened by the reply, but he gathered himself in his resolve and drew his weapon; a simple longsword.
"You must pay for your crimes" he said, daring to stare up at the Warlord, looking him in the eyes. He glanced away in fear, but forced himself to meet Reck's gaze.
"You.... and your 'men'. You murdered my wife! My children! Everything I ever cared about...." he said, his voice trailing off quietly. As his eyes went down to the ground once again. He stood there, shaking his head in grief, then steeled himself again.
"You WILL pay!" he shouted angrily. He brought his sword up and charged at the man towering above him, and then he swung his sword.
All watching gasped, and then silence descended as Reck brought up his hand and moved the sword aside as if it were a toy. He touched the flat of the blade with his palm and simply moved it to the side. He then grabbed the man's shoulder and threw him past, causing the man to fall to the floor in a tangled heap as his sword fell from his grasp. Reck then carried on walking as if nothing had happened.
The man panicked, grasping around for his sword. Then, as he found it, he clenched his grip in anger and stood up again, resolved to make Reck pay. Reck's men were around him then. They swiflty and quietly grabbed him and ripped him to pieces, as if it were a simple task. Then they walked past him, leaving his remains in a bloody mess on the floor.
Whether it was the man attacking him, or whether it was a simple whim, noone could be sure, but Reck stopped and turned to his men who ran to catch up to him.
"Tear this city apart"
He didn't shout it. He said it quietly. The only people who could hear him were those standing closest to him, but the order was relayed with such speed that within minutes his entire army were roaring the order at each other. The barbarians left the streets and swarmed the surrounding houses. The city itself didn't last long at all. That was the day that the Shattered Glass fell, brutally and mercilessly, to the army of Walord Reck.
