This is the prologue for my first story. Will update soon. Welcome critiscism.
Rigel was a normal villager living west of Fear Mountain. He had lived there for all his life, learning to be a craftsman like his father.
The country was at peace finally after the binding of the divine accord, however the people of Northern Valentia had not forgotten their warring ways. Even in times of peace valentians trained tirelessly to prepare for the next fight, and Rigel was no different, finding himself capable on the field. He was a strong warrior and a good person outside the battlefield, serious and calm. However when fighting he was fierce and powerful, a completely different person.
He had been living a normal life, as normal as they come in Valentia, training, learning, until that faithful day...
"Every able male member from every family in the country must prepare to fight and go to his assigned training battalion. Valentia is being invaded" Spoke a knight who had come to give the news.
"This can't be happening". Rigel, even after all his years of training, wasn't prepared for this.