A  hazy reflection appeared through the mirror as the image of a dark haired boy with deep obsidian colored eyes began staring back at me. My tan skin and medium sized frame made me look above average although it wasn’t the time to think about such needless things. Walking to my dresser I put on a dark red shirt with matching pants to fit the overall theme of the war then murmured a small somber prayer, “Mother father I am soon to head off to my first battle please watch over me”. Walking outside I stumbled upon the once flooded street which housed endless markets appear almost barren a great contradiction, from the endless tide that would walk upon it on more peaceful days. It seems everyone fled to the underground shelters or locked themselves indoors if only I had such a luxury only women, children and the elderly were allowed to do so as they were unable to fight. I reckon they should all be safe there are easily over a million knights stationed here and not to forget mages with terrifying battlefield potential. An eerie breeze washed upon my face ending my childish thoughts of running headlong into battle attaining glory and killing the enemy who dared attack us. I heard a voice say “ Hey zerith is that you” a familiar face made way into my view. The one who had called me was a large male youth who had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a tall and straight nose, and long gold hair.” Haha “Zerith you must be on your way to the city barracks come with us we will both attain high honors and glory in today's battle.” The boy was Clayde a good friend of mine from the academy his only problem was his narcissism that tended to irk me often”. “Do you know what's going on” I asked as I lazily approached him.“ Of course the disgusting beastman king has called a crusade against all human kingdoms and mobilized a large force to attack the city. We found out so late due to the great forest covering their advance”.  As we made our way into the city barracks reminiscing about past misendeavours I gazed upon the imposing view of the large military barracks with a large sign stating “ DEATH TO OUR FOES”. The barracks was quickly being swarmed by young men searching for good equipment and their platoon. We walked in and saw stacks of various available armor and equipment. I walked into the shortest line I could find and once my turn arose went for a classic one handed sword and medium scale armor combination  as I didn't want to inhibit my mobility. Although this was my first war I knew how to handle a sword fairly well due to my father teaching me everything he before he passed on. After being given my platoon number 9 alongside Clayde we walked to the unit with our corresponding number embroiled within the banner.“ Form up by Platoon!’ our heated fantasies cooled down on the march to the city wall. As we reached the top we made our way to the front of the ramparts squeezing by the men who blocked our path.