OK yes I know this is a weird thing to base my first story off of but its the only thing I could think of with little time. I was so rushing and excited to write that I forgot to make the story! So here it is, a story based off of the popular game, Clash of Clans! (Just so nobody gets confused, its from the views of the troops.)
Eight months ago, a stranger came to our settlement. He claimed he was the one to be our chief. He has made us grow strong, but at prices to high to consider. We were skeptical at his claim for chief at first. Then he showed us his sword. Every village waits for a chief, until a stranger walks out of the forest. They will have an item of great value and power then they will claim the village as their own. The chief has the power to do anything. He lives normally but he has powers like a god. He can move buildings by waving his fingers. He can teleport troops into battle by just thinking. He has found a way to tame goblins, skeletons and even dragons. The raids he takes us on are hard and have many resources, but the losses are unbearable. We lose many soldiers every raid. Why do we even go in to this forest and out into the enemys clearings? We lose too much...
"Hey!" Someone shouted. "You there! Oh its you hogan."
That's Anna. She's an archer from battalion one. She's also my girlfriend. She is a level seven archer and one of the only ones trained.
"Whats wrong?" I asked her.
"The chief is gathering all the troops for a raid again."
"What? Again? Haven't we already raided three times this week? Isn't that enough?"
"Nope." Anna replied "the chief is going to supply the builders with more resources but he has none. They are working on a new project."
"Ugh." Hulk said, "let's go then."
We traveled to the town center and found the chief summoning his troops. They were bloodthirsty for war. The elixir gives them new power, strength. But it also gives them a lust for power and a thirst for war. I don't drink the elixir. It tastes like grape juice but hardens your heart. You have no emotions once you drink it, only one thought. War. Thankfully the effects ware off over an hour or two or else we would have crazy barbarians around us every day. They call us barbarians not because we are evil, but because of the effect the elixir gives us. I'm not really qualified as a barbarian. I'm just a soldier. I don't have the strength the elixir gives them. All I have is a bed roll at the army camp and a belt. The belt was given to me from my father who died of old age. He said it comes from his father who made it with one of the chiefs gems.
"Attention troops!" The chief said in his slick voice. "Tonight we must get fifty thousand liters of elixir! Then I will be able to start construction onta weapon that will make us powerful!"
The crowd roared not in excitement but because they were mad for elixir. Just saying it will make them wild.
"Let's move out!" The chief said, moving towards the north.
Will we survive? I wondered. What will happen if I die? Will Anna be sad and mourn my death? Or will she move to the next barbarian like all the other archers do. Any of these raids could be my last. What if this is the one?
OK I know its not the best, and that I'm talking to the fans I don't have, but I think I did really good on the start of this story. I'm making a lot of story's but I'm only making one chapter. After the end of this week I will see the amount of review I have (if I have any) and the story that has the most will get more chapters. I will still work on the other story's but not until I have more chapters on the winning story. I slightly hope this story wins, I want to find out what happens! Sorry guys about the italics! Its a glitch! (The contest failed)