• Everything you know, loved, and respected is gone. War has shattered the peacefulness you once called life. Many survived after the first war and started anew. Others didn't like the idea of starting over. In a village a young boy is tending the gardens before a shrimmering of light catches his eye's. He looked only to see a army of shining knights on a hill over looking the small and feeble village. In fear he ran to the houses to warn the others but it was to late....Much to late. They have already attacked his village and burned it before his eyes. The knights never saw him but they knew he was there.


    "Where is the young boy?" a man with a stripe on his helment. He was a bulk tall man. He towered on his men and most of the burned house.


    "We have no idea sir he ran off before we could catch him," One of the lesser knight replied. He was much taller than his supirior and most of the other soilders. His armor looked the cleanest compared to the others only a drip of blood on his shin pads.

    "It doesn't matter he will die in due time let us contenue our campein," He said seathing his sword.


    The boy stayed where he was hidding before he slowly went into his sleep world. He awoke late at night as he emerged from his hiding spot. The houses of his once peaceful village gone.He woundered why they were looking for him.


    He walked to one of the houses that still had some of a room left. This was his home. Blood was smelt in the black wooden remains.He saw the armor of a knight on the ground black with soot. A dagger next to the armor. The young boy picked it up and felt it's blade. Feeling it and rubbing his fingers on the blade. He put it in his sack he had by his side that was empty from planting seeds in the garden.


    Now he knows what he must do make it to the kings castle before the knights made it there. For if he didn't war will reign the world again and this time niether side shall find peace.