The night was cold as ice. The wind blow like it was sent from the
north
on a mission of destruction. The fires in the camp below either blow out
or just barely lit. I knew the night was going to be long and I had still
had another four hours of watch. The day before battle was quite taxing
on the men. The enemy had ambushed us in the canyon. We recover but took
heavy loose the general was killed alone with chiefs of staff. I took
command of the troops route the enemy and force the march of hundred fifty
miles. Made camp covered our trails. We found out to day there using
sorcery. Now the question becomes what to do flee or fight. Tomorrow I
put it to a vote. Who stays to fight and who leave? I shall fight to the
bitter end. Alone if need be. The night with out incident.
The next day I woke to the men get their food out and cooking it.
The smell was a welcome one. My second in command was making a pot of
tea. "Hello sir will u have a cup" "yes I shall". Neither of us spoke
much only to give the order "Gather the men".
The men fall in line as usual on the morning of either life or death. When they had settled down I spoke to them "Yesterday we found out that sorcery has been used against us to kill our general and chief of staff". The reaction was quit and a shook looks all their faces. I pause for a minute to let that sink in. Then I said these word "If u want to leave I under stand. The rest who stay, I'll try and lead u to victory". I walked in my tent and waited for their answer.
About six hours later or so my second in command came in the tent
"sir the who men stayed are waiting for you" "Thank you Carl, I'll be
right out." I put on my Armour and walk out to my army of men left there
where no more then twenty i think. Only they were no more than sixteen
to eightteen. "Thank you for staying come in my tent will talk about
the future
Will sit down I'm sure your all wondering. How where going to
fight this magic user? Will I say we venture to the tower of Wizardry.
Where we find our own wizard to do battle or at least stop the other
magic. What say you all?
The room was dead silence. All face where in shock and dismay but one hand rows and then the young man stood and said 'I'll go" "What's your name?" "Mark" "Will then you will go with me"