Chapter 1
Ben hid behind the shield as the sword struck. He swung back with his long, gleaming sword and struck the wargal. He watched the big wolf-like creature drop. Ben hated these creatures. They were horrible, mindless beings with only one thought; to kill. He heard another growl and duck as another battleaxe swung right over his head, literally shaving his blond hair. He spun, using all of his strength, and slammed the wooden shield right into the wargal's snout. It fell unconscious. He finally got a look at the scenes around him. His army was tired. They had fought in this battle for four days and nights trying to repel the oncoming attack by the wargals. The battle seemed to be endless and most of his men were either in the castle being treated for their wounds or dead on the battle field.
His eyes sought out the wargal leader; Morgarath. A terrible man who created the wargals. No man knows how he created them. Now he was riding on his dead-white horse screaming and yelling orders to his commanders. He truly was a terrifying figure to behold; high cheeks, pale skin, long-vulture-like nose, and dark, bottomless eyes. His main goal was to take Castle Araulen. The largest castle in Araulen; Ben's kingdom. He would then take over all of Araulen. Ben couldn't let this happen.
Finally, Morgarath swung his horse toward Ben and charged full speed at him. Ben watched horrified as he realized that his wooden shield would not be able to take the spiked, metal, mace about to come crashing down. The mace was a deadly weapon consisting of a stick and a chain. On the end of the chain was a spiked, metal ball that could do massive damage when swung by the owner.
Ben prepared his wooden shield for the immense force and pain that would come. Morgarath brought up his hand and sent it down on the shield. Ben braced for the impact that never came. Instead, Ben woke up.