Prologue
"We cannot hold them!" The captain of the guard- a grey haired man in his forties- shouted. Knights flocked to the door and tried to barricade it with anything they could find.
Outside the door, a bunch of roaring could be heard. "The orcs are too many! We're doomed!" The Captain shouted. Those few left who were able to fight had their weapons drawn and at the ready. Civilians cowered behind them and worry was seen on their faces.
The king- a man in his late twenties- sheathed his sword and turned to his wife and said, "There is still hope for our people."
The queen- a blond woman in her mid-twenties- looked at her husband and whispered, "What do you mean?"
"We must do what we were destined to do."
"You mean?" the queen asked, her brave face now showing fear.
"Yes. I'm afraid it is time." The king said.
The queen said nothing as she sheathed her sword, took hold of her husband's hands and closed her eyes as she grasped her husband's hands. In unison, they started chanting in the ancient tongue, which is translated as this: "Amander, Mother of wisdom, we welcome you to this dark day."
"They're breaking through!" the captain shouted. The human soldiers got ready for the breakthrough. Knights mounted their mighty steeds with their swords drawn; archers loaded their bows and aimed them at the door, all were ready for the breakthrough and make one final attempt to turn the tide of the tragic battle.
"Save our people from the foul servants of Teroen. We give you our souls in exchange for protection from evil."
The spell was complete. The monarchs disappeared as golden specters just as the barricaded door was broken down. Thousands of blood-thirsty, war-mongering, ugly orcs stood outside. The leader of them turned to his troops and, raising his poorly-made sword, shouted, "Their numbers have gone from 8000 to 300. Here, in this keep, they make a pathetic last stand. Here, in this keep, we crush the Human race and avenge our ancestors!"
The captain turned to his soldiers and shouted, "Sons and daughters of Seales, we have lost many brave people today- civilians and soldiers alike. But there is still hope for our people! What's left of us must fight with all our might, and kill this menace!"
The Captain raised his great sword and shouted, "For Seales!"
The soldiers all raised their weapons and shouted, "For Seales!" with their commander.
The orc commander turned to his foe and shouted, "Kill them all! Death to the Humans!"
Suddenly, a light surrounded the human army. The captain- who was exhausted from the battle- suddenly felt strength return to the blood in his veins. He raised his great sword and charged his foe. He roared a mighty roar and easily removed the head of the Orc commander from the rest of his body. The orcs fled in terror as the human army charged them. Of the original estimated 15000 orcs, only 900 managed to escape the suddenly strengthened Human army.
The captain turned to his troops with a triumphant smile on his face. He threw his helmet in the air and the people who survived- soldiers and civilians alike- celebrated their sudden victory. And the battle was over, leaving a human kingdom on the verge of collapse.