Part of the Prologue

            The only noises you could hear, if you were listening, were the boom of the canons and guns, and people screaming their last screams. But I wasn't listening. The only thing I could hear was my heart, beating. I only saw the enemy and my Kalharkas  flashing in front of me, taking down the soldiers.

       Then I heard a roar in the distance. It couldn't be. I sliced with my left Kalharka, and looked up. I heard another roar, a little closer this time. Damn. Then I looked back at the enemy soldiers. I looked at ones face that was close to me. It was a face of an innocent farmer. I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was. Had the Emperor have no feelings for these poor men? Most of these people had never touched a sword in their life, let alone ,know how to use one. And yet, they were here, fighting for a corrupted king. Amazing.

         I saw movement in the corner of my eye. I spun and slashed. There went the poor man's head. I sighed. These men could be home, working on their farms, in their stores, and workshops. Making their town stronger. I heard another roar, this one even closer than the last. Several of my men went in front of me.

     Back to the task at mind. The dragon. We were not ready for an attack like that. We can defeat an army, but not a dragon alongside it. But we also could not handle the casualties it would cost us. I sighed again. I knew what we must do.