Prologue
Everyone has a first time. We all eagerly hope to have the day when we can try something new out, or have our first experience. From our first breath, we long for our first birthdays, first friends, first day as an apprentice.
However, first times are not always the best thing. Everyone tries so hard to avoid them.
In times of war, it could be the first time you die, and it would be the only time.
I walked in an orderly fashion with the rest of the soldiers, reflecting hard on this. Our general, a Raikou named Thunderfang, was leading our Army. His Golden armour glowed magnificently in the sun's rays. Our armours were all shining brilliantly in the sunlight, contrasting greatly with our emotions. I looked at the faces all around me. Some looked confident, some showed no emotion, others looked tense. No one could be blamed for that. Even I was feeling nervous all over too. To distract myself, I began recollecting all the battle skills I had learned, playing scenarios all in my head.
It was my first time going to a battle, and I wished I could walk out of this alive.
We kept on walking, the tens of thousands of us. The journey to the Crimson Plains seemed like an endless one. The sunlight was beating down on us, slowly draining our energy away.
Suddenly, the general, a Raikou named Thunderfang, stopped on his tracks. I looked at the red ground I was stepping on below. We had arrived at the Crimson Plains. Everyone looked on ahead. We could see the silhouette of the Fire Army in the horizon, glowing red with their fire aura.
Then, Thunderfang straightened his majestic figure, and glared menacingly at the Fire Army.
"CHAAAAAAARGE!" The great general shouted. With loud cries, the Thunder Army and I raced towards the army with glinting claws and shining weapons.
The battle had begun.