The Warriors

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This will take a while to turn into FFX, so please bear with me, and leave me a comment on whether or not you like it.

The four of us sat around the fire, watching the flame rise and disappear. We knew what we had to do tomorrow; we had the mission in our hands. Rhoads was the first one to read it.

To the members of The Deathsquad section,

On the eve of March, you are to complete your first mission. On the border of your territory, to the west are the Requimesos, you will attack them and bring back one of their religious emblems, The Golden Staff. They have received news of your attack and will prepare a defense to halt you. Upon completion of this mission a member of the Knight's Court will pick up the emblem and reward you all with bows to attack from afar. Failure will not be tolerate; if you fail you lose all protection from the cold.

Your king and merciful leader,

Jordash

"So, I guess that means we had better win," I announced, gaining the three others attention. I stood up and grabbed my sword from the scabbard on my back, and pulled it out swiftly, slashing the air. "We must sleep well tonight."

"No shit," was the remark that Darrell let escape. "Well, it's us four against what, 700, 750 others all ready for us?"

"784," Rhoads said, "but we don't have to worry, we are much better warriors, and will crush them." He rose from the ruined log that we used as a makeshift bench. He walked to the end of the small cabin we shared and grabbed the blanket from his bed. "I am not going to lose this, I'm not going to go easy on them, but this should be an easy win."

"He is somewhat right Darrell," Stephen said, leaning back to put his head on the wall, "they have inadequate training, worn leather armor, ruined staves, and not the will to fight to the death. We have endured extreme training for years, we have weapons we hand chose, we have the best armor out of all the Sections, and we have stared death in the eyes enough times to shirk it off. They will see their obvious disadvantages and retreat." His speech gained all of our attentions, although I agreed with him fully I knew there would be some argument.

"They will not retreat; they will see their massive numerical advantage and use it!" Darrell yelled, obviously nervous about tomorrow.

"Oh, but they will not," I said, "They will see that they would rather retreat and have to try harder to survive than to rush into us and die. You're forgetting they haven't actually seen anyone get killed; it will have a profound effect on them. We are used to death and don't fear it as they will, there is no better way to break your morale than to see your friend die.

"Are you sure Ian?" Darrell asked me, with a frightened look.

"Yes, they have but one elite, and you are a better warrior than him," I said, reassuring him of his skill. "Arcsam is his name, he will be leading the battle, I have no doubt he will be the only difficulty we shall run into, and I will deal with him myself. Don't worry about the battle, I have no doubt it will not be difficult, just do what I tell you. Ok?" He assured his confidence with a head nod. "Ok, tomorrow we will attack, and we will win," I put emphasis on the will; all of us knew we would win, and we would be rewarded. "But for now we must rest up, tomorrow we will show that we are going to win."

Stephen and I were the first awake, we went outside to scan the environment. "It will snow," I said, "Look at those clouds, I'm guessing it will be here in a few minutes."

"Good, I prefer fighting in the snow," Stephen stated, "This will give us an even greater advantage, ha, this will be over quickly."

"Don't be cocky, remember they have one of the elites, they will no doubt be formed into some sort of an army, they will have a plan, but I don't know what.

"Have you any idea?" Stephen asked.

"Well, a flank comes to mind, especially if Arcsam isn't leading the main force, and if he is they might retreat to the Temple that The Golden Staff is in. But neither of these will work against a much smaller force, we'd be in the middle of the battle by the time the flank comes in, and we force them out of the Temple."

"Ah, you were right," he looked up and saw the snow falling, heavily, the wind picked up greatly to match. "Well, this will make the battle quicker, cold and fear doesn't mix well."

"Yes, they will crumble like burnt paper."

A few hours later Rhoads and Darrell emerged from the cabin, clad in their armor, Rhoads broke the silence.

"So how much longer till we get things rolling?" he asked impatiently. I assured him we would be leaving soon; I just had to put on my armor. I walked into the cabin, and started putting on the black chainmail we had been issued. I finished by latching on the shoulder guards and placing my sword in my belt and putting my small knife in the opening on the small of my back. I looked in the mirror, and noticed the difference between now and when I was taken from my home and put into the king's "service". I was taller, and stronger, I had long straight black hair down to my back, my face pale, and fierce looking. I sighed, remembering my childhood, but quickly returned to the present. I repeated the last thing I had heard from my father before I was abducted by the king's royal guard, "Life come at great cost", he was right, I lost three years of my life, to train for now, but by doing so I know I will live through this game, King Jordash is playing god, pitting us against each other. Stephen and I made a pact, the day we were free, and all the thousands of others were dead, we'd kill Jordash, to make up for those that died for his pleasure.

That's the end of part 1 please tell me if I can improve it, and please review my story.