From behind me a spear ran through the neck of the beastmen separating his  head from the body. I had killed for the first time a great horror overcame me glancing down I saw the corpse of clayde his one golden hair had turned dirty from collecting dust. His once vitality filled eyes dimmed as his face veiled itself with his blood. My feelings of fear, sadness, and confusion vanished what replaced it was an indifference a sense of enlightenment came over me as I entered a trance. From the front a large Goaren a species with a goat head and large hairy body ran up to me. I quickly maneuvered my blade toward his unprotected throat. As my blade point entered he made a large wheezing sound as his body fell forward on top of me. I could tell that the situation was growing dim the beastmen were too large in number and the knights were getting pushed back.” I can’t die here I thought to myself ”. From my peripheral a large man with shiny steel armor walked forward. All knights opened a path for him he emitted such a strong aura that everyone stopped fighting and started at him. He was around 7 feet tall with short black hair and a massive frame.

He grabbed a lizardmen by the head and pulled it from its body then proceeded to throw it at the siege tower. The siege tower was bisected in half and hundreds upon hundreds of beastmen fell to their death. A cold sweat ran down my back while the beastmen upon the rampart looked on with shock. Seeing an opportunity I kicked a bearmen of the wall and ran my sword through an distracted lizardmen. The large man began killing beastmen with his bare hands I could see a milky white aura come out from him. The knights on the tower entered a frenzy and began ruthlessly slaughtering any beastmen they came across. After what seemed to be hours of fighting the beastmen army pulled back. I sat upon the rampart wall exhausted my body refused to move. I layed my head on the hard cobbled floor and went into a deep sleep. When I awoke the darkness was increasing rapidly, as the whole sky had clouded and threatened with thunder. There were still men shooting arrows from the ramparts but they were few and far between.  A boy that was around my age sat next to me he was average height with bright red hair he looked at me grabbed his water bottle and took a long steady sip from it.

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“ I left this bottle full of whiskey,” He said, “ but those greedy knights must have smelt it”. Here take a pull yourself; you look as though you could do with one.” I took the bottle without any hesitation the bitter whisky made its way down my throat. He continued“ We should go down to the main plaza all the knights are heading there, Oh and I almost forgot my name is Karas what's yours.”

“Zerith” I replied in a placid tone ,“ So you coming I heard there's a great whore house down the street if we pool our money we might be able to afford one” I couldn't help but let out a small smile before responding “ Sure let's go”. As we were making our way to the plaza I noticed the streets were surprisingly empty and quiet “ Where is everybody all I see are knights” I asked karas. “ The city lord imposed martial law and gave civilians a curfew anyway i’m glad you pulled through, not many saplings like us survived.“I see I just turned nineteen this year yet you look much older than me, I said.” “ I’m only twenty but my manliness makes me  look older there’s the city plaza”. We walked into an open ground with various knights old and young alike arranged in a circle. In the center cooks were distributing food to the famished knights. I eagerly made my way to the cook forgetting completely about Karas. I walked past what seemed to be a line but before I could ask for my ration a I felt a cold hand on my back.