Tyrion watched over the decaying site. Tears filled his eyes as he watched over the battlefield that lay littered with elven dead. The battle stricken site was silent as soldiers gathered their deceased. The dark elf army had invaded once again, attacking their cities and fortresses. Tyrion's hatred for his dark kin grew stronger by the minute.
'Back to the city!' Tyrion ordered.
Telicis waited impatiently for Tyrion to get back.
'Open the gate!' a soldier ordered. His men nodded and opened the gate to let Tyrion and his soldiers through. Tyrion's armour was stained with blood and dirt. He was also breathing heavily from exhaustion. Telicis stared at his brother with a worried expression. Telicis saw high elf forces mustering for battle again.
'What is it now?' Telicis said.
'More dark elves.' Tyrion said, expressionless.
Telicis prepared his armour and protective items while Tyrion prepared his horse. The gates opened and the brave army marched out. Golden banners fluttered in the wind and the horses neighed.
'My fellow warriors, Uthurlan needs you once again!' Tyrion said proudly.
As the silver army formed their regiments, the horizon became black.
The dark elf army had arrived.