Crunch... Crunch... Crunch... Crunch... "What about thisss one..?" "Nooo...One of the armsss are missssing..." said two ghastly voices nearby. "Thesssse bodiesss will do nicccely..." "Yessss..." Crunch... Crunch... Crunch... Crunch... I faded back again to darkness..
I awoke with a start. Just the Nightmare again. "Damnit...why can't these nightmare go..." I said. "Up and at em', Ladies!" yelled a voice. I jumped at this sudden voice, and looked around. An old Inn. Soldiers were putting their armor on. It all looked so heavy.. "You there!" I jumped yet again at this sudden voice. I darted my head around. A very important-looking man in a large amount of armor was staring right at me. "Erm...me...sir?" I said sheepishly. "No. Not you. The other lazy blighter laying around! OF COURSE, YOU!" screamed the man. I jumped at his voice and stood up quickly. I noticed almost immediately that the man in armor was about a two thirds of my size. I remembered where I was then. I had signed up to fight the Scourge. I had the "Honor" of one of the fist to go and try to take back Strathlome. The man staring hole in me, was my Commanding Officer, Sargent Ducar Grimmsby. Everyone called him Little Grim behind his back. Rumors were he once marched a platoon to death. He sometimes marches us enough so we feel like we're going to die. "Well?" said Sargent Grimmsby, rather angrily. "Erm...sorry?" I said even more sheepishly. "Yeah, you are sorry, aren't you? Report to Horsemaster Dizzywig later for your new "Assignment", Private!" grinned Sargent Grimsby. "Erm..Sir..yes sir?" I said, confused. I started to put on my armor, near my bed, just like the others.
"You best get your things together. I'll bet we're all moving out soon." said a female voice behind me, just as I finished putting my armor on. I jumped. Again. At least this time it wasn't as noticeable, as my armor weighed me down. "My, my. Aren't you the jumpy one!" said the voice. "Erm, yeah, I guess so..." I said, heart beating faster than normal, due to yet another scare. "Hey, give that back!" said a voice on the other side of the room. I turned around, and saw a Female Night Elf looking at me. "Ishnu-alah human. I'm Kayna Grasswalker." said the Night elf. "Um..Forgive me if I say this wrong..Ishnu-dal-dieb Kayna. Is that correct?" I said. "Heehee..yes..that's how you say it...umm...what was your name again?" Kayna asked. "Oh. Sorry. My names-" I said, cut off suddenly by a shout. "The Undead approach! The Undead are coming! Quickly! To your stations!" "Oh no...we're going into battle..Elune-Adore, warrior. I pray we meet again after!" Kayna said, running for the door. "Crap. My sword, wheres my sword?!" I swore. I saw the hilt sticking out from under my cot. "Aha!" I said, grabbing it. It was a gift, from my father, given to me on my 14th birthday. It was a two-handed sword. My mother once told my my family has always used two handed weapons in battle. My father called the style of the sword a 'Flamberge'. He had forged it himself, just for me. He asked for me to name to blade, when he gave it to me. "When you name a weapon, it goes from a sharp piece of metal, to a part of your soul. Treat this blade well, my child. It could very well save your skin one day! Ahahaha!" my father laughed heartily. "I think I'll name it..."
"Private!" said Grimmsby, who had gone back to check for stragglers. He found one. I jumped again. "I hope you don't plan on deserting us Private!" "Uhh.. Sir, no sir!" I exclaimed, grabbing my sword.
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The battle was long and hard. It wasn't as exiting as I thought it would be. A lot of hiding, a lot of running, and a lot of not seeing the enemy. About six hours later, we had won this battle. The next few hours was burning the rotting undead corpses. The whole place stank so much, we had to move to a different location. "Alright, this looks like a good enough place to set up a new camp." said the newly promoted Sargent Major Grimmsby. I had gotten a promotion too, for 'Bravery in Battle'. All I did was knock a Ghouls head off with a rock. Funny, yes, but I saved a Fellow private who was about the get mangled. My official rank is now Corporal. "Ishnu-alah, warrior. Congratulations." "Thank you, Kayna. I hope you came out of the battle unscathed." I said. "Yes, I was very fortunate. I hear that the commander of this operation is sending us home for awhile. I cannot wait to see my An'da and tell him of all I have seen!" exclaimed Kayna. "...Yeah.." I said quietly. "Do you have anyone to go back to? A family? A girlfriend?" asked Kayna. "......" "Well, do you?" "....No....I don't....they...My town was razed when I was 16. I'm the only known survivor..." I said, saddened. "Oh...I'm..I'm sorry...." Kayna said. "I didn't know...Forgive my intrusion.." Kayna continued. "No, It's alright. You didn't know.. But, I have no where to go, so I guess I'll-" I said, cut off. "I know! You can stay with my family!" Kayna exclaimed. "W-What..?" I stuttered. "My father would be more than happy to have you stay with us!" Kayna said, now overjoyed. "N-No, I wouldn't want to impose upon-" I said, cut off yet again. "Nonsense! So, it's agreed! You shall stay with my family for the 4 month break!" Kayna said. "F-Four months?!" I exclaimed. "Yes, the break is to last four months! Good fortune smiles on us!" Kayna said, taking some rations from her pack. "Y-Yeah...Good Fortune..." I said. "Oh, that's right. I need your name too, so I can say who it is, that is staying with is!" Kayna added. "Oh. Damn, I forgot to tell you my name!" I said. "Heehee.. you're so forgetful!" Kayna laughed. "Yeah, you could say that...you can call me....Fred." I said.