As he anxiously awaited his turn at the altar, Johnathan was thinking about what a great thing he was doing for his country. The great war would finally be over, soldiers would stop being sent to their death, Mosailem would prosper. How long had he despised war... Johnathan began to remember his first and only taste of battle he had:
He was only thirteen at the time, his father had been telling him that is was high time that he learned to fight. Being the good little obidient son he was (at the time) he went to join his older brothers in training. Johnathan watched Ethan and Vince slice the heads off all the training dummies. He thought it looked fun, so he went end picked up a sword. He watched and imitated what his brothers did, but being as inept with a sword as he always would be he accidently sliced off the dummy's arm. His brothers watched and burst out in hysterical laughter at his mishap. After he gave up on sword training, Johnathan attempted to use spears, axes, maces, and all manner of other weaponry, all with similair results. Finally, he asked their tutor if he could try a bow. After a brief instruction on how to shoot, Johnathan took aim at the farthest dummy. Johnathan notched on an arrow, he pointed the bow down and pulled the string back as ge moved it up. He took aim at the dummy, he closed his eyes and released the string. Kepping his eyes colsed, Johnathan heard his first arrow sing through the air. The tutor took off his glasses in disbelief, his brothers gasped in amazement. When Johnathan opened his eyes, he saw the dummy standing, with an arrow embedded between its button eyes.
After his initial prowess with a bow, Johnathan begged his father to let him watch a battle so that he could earn how to become a warrior. Happy to see his son's intrest in battle, King Reiter eagerly allowed him to go and watch. Johnathan was very pleased.
Young Johnathan stood at the ridge watching the battle unfolding below him; the clash of metal, the cries of orders from the commanders, the screams of agony; they were all terrible not at all as glamourous as he had imagined. In fact this fighting was terrible Johnathan hated it and hoped he would never half to be a part of it. After the batlle, at camp Ethan commanded Johnathan to search for his sword, which he had lost hold of in the midst of fighting.
The silience of the battlefield, which was occasionally broken by a moan from some poor soul that was barely alive, was one that could haunt you to the bone. Johnathan took great care not to step in any pools of blood or touch any bodies they were all so horrible. As he searched fruitlessly, Johnathan panic as he felt something grab his arm with great force. As he slowly turned around, what he saw quite literally paralyzed him with fear. A Mosalian soldier lyed on the ground, gripping Johnathan's arm with terrible agony. A spear protruded through his body and blood dripped from his wounds. "Pl-please helllp meee my prin-" the soldier wasn't able to finish his sentence. Johnathan watched in horror as the soldier's grip went cold and his eyes clouded over. This was too much for Johnathan to handle. He let out a blood curdling scream which slowly died out as he Johnathan fainted away, with the dead soldier still gripping his arm....
When he awoke the next morning Johnathan made a vow: he would never fight in battle no matter what happened and he would make it his lifelong goal to end the war!
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