In times of war kings send men to die for a cause that they cannot truly justify. It maybe over land, resources or just a little bit of political strife men but for whatever reason men die. Everyday a man is on the front lines protecting what he holds dear. War makes a man find something to cling on to, it may just be the will to live or just the thought of the day that they return home to their families but every soldier has a reason for life. Matram life flashed before him in one quick instant He had only joined the kings army out of a stroke of bad luck but he had never regretted it. After his father died of old age and his mother of grief he had been living on the street until his nineteenth name day. He had tried to pick pocket a quartermaster who was picking up supplies up in the city to take down to the kings barracks in the center of the city. Well, as fate would have it he was caught by the quartermaster and was immediately thrown in jail. He was offered two chooses by the city officials, one was he would loose his right arm or he could join the kings army and make a decent living. After Six years of stealing and sleeping out in the cold an honest living was what any man would want. It came with food clothing and a decent pay out. This was all more than Matram had ever really had in his who life. He looked at the officials and just nodded his head and waited as he was escorted out of the door and in to the waiting caravan. The quartermaster smiled when he saw Matram. He let out a quiet laugh and started the horses down the road to the barracks. It amazing how many people just take life itself for granted everything you do has an affect on the turn out of your future. If only he had not tried to steal from that man on the particular day he would have been some were else by now. But after two years of training and finding life boring a war loomed overhead and finally after all of this he would probably die. Matram felt fear like a deep knife into the heart. He started to shake and his food started to bubble in his stomach and then a sudden wave of dizziness. As soon as he felt that a single voice sounded in his ear, “to fight and die like a true warrior is not a fools deaths.”

General Kalio voice rose above the other as he yelled the order to charge. The men followed him for a simple reason. He did not demand respect from his men that was something he had earned from them, he never asked his men to die to him. He had a simple code and that was to do what you think is truly right. He rode up in the front of the column in front of the men. He unlike any other general knew that death was a probability and he looked it straight in the eyes. If his men would risk there lives he would be there in front to lead them. The Ushabel was almost here and the time had come for the war. A lone drum started to beat in the ranks. The army that was a sea of mummers and whispers fell silent. The beat continued, just a simple beat and then it cut off. The very air around the men stopped and seemed to stifle them. Thirty drums started to beat a simple rhythm once more and the beat was felt in the very air. The drummers stood there alone beating on the drum making the tempo increase, faster and faster it went and then it cut. The men had felt it the same as Matram, they knew they would probably die but they were willing to dance with the angel of death. The army of the king started the slow march toward the approaching enemy army. The Calvary lead the columns of men covering the ground slowly. The day was cool and the sun was beautiful, Matram smiled if anything this was a good day to die. The Ushabel horns sounded now dropping the field into complete and utter silence. The wind stirred the grass and the enemy charged a split second later. General Kalio gave flicked his hand and the fourteen lines of men nocked arrows to bows and held them and waited for the signal. General Kalio smiled and flicked his hand once more and the archers let loose death. The arrows tore down the approaching men in an instant. The archers once more nocked arrows and held them at the ready. The enemy surged forward and general Kalio brought his horse to the front of the line and pulled his sword from its sheath and with a roar led his unit of Calvary into the field toward the enemy lines. This is why his men loved and respected him he was always there to lead and to because of the men’s respect for him they would follow him to the gates of hell. The Ushabel force formed up a shield wall and stood ready for the charge. Matram stepped in front of the ranks of the men and drew his sword and swept it down. The archers let loose there taunt bows and nocked arrows once more and fired another volley. The arrows flew true and penetrated the light armor of the enemy line throwing the shield wall into chaos. General Kalio charged through with his men taking full advantage of this gap cutting deep into the enemy lines.
Now it was Matram's turn, he signaled and the army started to walk behind him ready for the next signal to charge. Matram pointed to the sky and the archers stopped marching and stayed were they were while the rest of the army marched. Matram smiled now, this was it. He started to run and with a roar the army on his back followed. Matram swept his sword down once more and the line of enemy in front of him seemed to be pushed over as the arrows rained down. Matram's men hit the enemy hard and cut through the ranks.

After what seemed like an eternity Matram found himself alone, his men fighting their own separate battles. Matram danced around the men with his sword and swiftly brought down the men surrounding him. He cut his way through the men and was surprised when he burst out into a clearing. He turned to the right and was stunned to see General Kalio standing in a circle with his men; their swords were drawn and were covered in red. Around them lay the dead bodies of Ushabel soldiers. Matram had never seen them like this before, everything about them rattled with unseen power. The enemy pushed trying to destroy the circle but it was no use, Kalio and his men cut down any that got near. Behind the men inside the circle stood a few of the wounded Calvary men. They seemed tired but their eyes looked as if they were glowing. Matram stepped forward to help them but that seemed unnecessary as the men in the circle suddenly swept out in all directions and ripped through the surrounding men.
General Kalio smiled know, there was a reason that the Calvary unit was the best and had never been defeated. General Kalio closed his hand over the crystal that lay on his chest on a necklace and smiled as the power flowed in. His eyes that seemed to glow before turned an electric blue, as did the men in the circle with him. With this power he would tear apart this army. His men formed up in a large circle formation. The wounded men that were in the circle at first rejoined the fight once more, all their wounds healed. The enemy backed off a little but stayed close unsure on how to handle this new situation. General Kalio advanced with his soldiers cutting down any one that tried to stop their progress. In ten minutes they had destroyed the entire Western half of the Ushabel army, there victory was now absolute. General Kalio left his men to clean up what was left and headed toward the other part of the battlefield. Blocking his path stood a man, his armor marked him as a high officer Kalio knew but his actual rank was unknown. The Ushabel officer stood with his sword drawn and ready. General Kalio smiled this was to be quick; he started to sprint across the field matching the speed of his approaching opponent. Their swords met in a shower of sparks and locked. They pushed at each other but neither would move. This was odd, nobody had ever matched General Kalio in speed or strength and here a man stood keeping up with his blade and delivering each stroke with just as much speed. The Ushabel officer shoved and jumped back and threw his helmet to the ground. The man grinned at General Kalio,
“Nice form and all, but you forget you are not the only one with such power, my name is Dretlok by the may” the man said. He laughed know, “how bout a bet, I win you surrender, you win I surrender”. The man stood there his hands up waiting for a response. General Kalio liked the idea but this man in front of him was not just some low officer like he had thought before, but after seeing his face the severity of the situation dawned on him. This man was the commander of the Ushabel army and he too had never lost a battle.

Matram was surprised by all these events that had just taken place. He had fallen to the ground in fear when the men had ripped past him tearing through the Ushabel forces with the power of a god. Half way across the battlefield Matram could see General Kalio fighting with a man in black armor. There speed was unreal, there was no possible way a human could move that fast. Matram looked about him and saw no immediate threats and approached the two fighting men. General Kalio swept his sword down and Dretlok deflected it and brought his sword to the side and straight down Kalios blade towards his fingers. Kalio jumped back narrowly dodging the blow. This was bad he was getting tired and Dretlok did not look like he was weakening in the slightest. He had to finish this quickly or he would die. General Kalio charged Dretlok and there sword met once more. He danced around Dretlok but no matter what he did Dretlok was there ready to parry and blow. Kalio jumped back his sword in one hand and with his other he reached behind him and pulled out his dagger. He charged Dretlok and locked sword with him. He shot is hand forward with the dagger and stabbed Dretlok in the side. Dretlok grunted and shoved Kalio way. “You bastard” Dretlok roared, he lifted his head to the sky and roared. It was not the roar of a human, his wound healed it’s self up and faded to a scar. His skin started to ripple and he started to grow. He stopped dead a moment later. He took a step forward toward General Kalio and Pitched forward. Matram stood there shaking, he id not want to do that. When he killed a man he wanted it to be fair and not a stab in the back, but by the looks of it this thing did not appear human. General Kalio step forward and clasped Matram’s on the shoulder “thank you” was all he said and ran back to were his men stood getting ready to rejoin the battle that still raged. Matram turned to follow him but was found that he was stuck in place. He pulled at the ground hard but he could not move. He turned to the dead man that lay in front of him and his heart jumped as he saw that the mans chest was glowing. Curiosity took over Matram and he leaned forward and lifted the necklace up and over the dead mans head. He held the necklace with a since of aw, he touched the crystal and felt power in flow in to him. He drew his hand back in shock and after a moment put the necklace over his head. The power flowed into him and set his blood on fire, he watched as his cut healed up and his determination rose. He felt that he could conquer anything right now, he ran towards the battle and watched in amazement at the battle seemed to slow down before him. This was it this was his time.