As the wind blew upon the green grasslands, the flags flutter, hardening the heart of the braves men and women ready to lay their life for their respective kingdom.

The two army's face each other in all their glory, the sunlight reflecting on the armors and weapons.

Footmen, knights, archers, mages and heroes.

They are resolutes. Knowing only a few lucky ones will get back home in only one piece; the others less fortunate finding themselves in a wooden cage beneath the earth. That is, only if they are found, recognised and with their head still on their shoulder. Quite difficult in a mess of body parts and blood.

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Without warning, the battle started.

Hell ensued.

Fireballs and arrows rained quickly, finding true in their targets. Entire squadrons charged to take a strategical positions on the ground. Cry of despair drowned the cacophony of steel upon steel.

The battle didn't take long. Not at all.

The white army won single-handedly.

(???) : Ah ! I told you that you couldn't win against me. How many times do i need to show you that you are weak, child ?

The man shrouded in a veil of black cloth looked across the board of chess in the eyes of the elven boy, raveling in it's desesperate expression.

(???) : Marvelous ! You didn't forget about our bargain, did you ? Mh... Let's go for an eye this time. Maybe you will SEE why you lost ! BWAHAHAHA !

As the man laughed endlessly in is sick joke, the child wore a blank look; resigned to the fate brought forth by the mad thing that was is captor.