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It is the brave man's duty to live with glory,
or with glory,die.
-Sophocles
The fierce clamor of war echoed throughout the valley. Lines of archers exchanged fire with spear throwing trolls while a massive block of Horde infantry marched through the battleground towards the beleaguered Alliance line. The soldiers wavered and the line threatened to break. The orc Stone Guard at the head of the column eyed the humans with hungry eyes. His axe could expect blood today. He turned to his warriors and threw his axe in the air and roared. With that,the greenskins charged.
The human morale all but dead,cries of dismay and fear rose up among their line. The Stone Guard smiled and raised his axe a little higher. Just as the humans were about to break a giant of a man with a dented helm and bloody armor pushed his way to the front. He had a battered shield on his right arm,a bloodstained sword clutched in his left. Around his neck,on a golden chain was a sapphire in the shape of a sword. He turned and strengthened the wavering lines with words of courage and valor,giving them hope. With one last,thunderous roar he lead a powerful counter-charge against the enemy.
Chaos ruled when the two lines met. The defenders of the Light were all veterans, but they had been fighting for days without reprieve,while the other line was fresh with reinforcements. The human at the vanguard was a fierce and deadly warrior,ploughing a bloody swathe through the Horde ranks. Within ten minutes 50 orcs had fallen to his sword's thirsty bite,while he shrugged off many wounds that would incapacitate another warrior,even an orc. His heroism emboldened his warriors and they began to push against the Horde with renewed vigor. Thanks to this warrior,every soldier in the Horde's first three ranks were slain,many by the human himself. Even the seasoned Stone Guard found himself torn from life as the human's sword sheared off his right leg and plunged into his heart. Both sides suffered greatly from the conflict,though the Alliance was ultimately victorious. The hero of the battle was all the time,fighting while bleeding from numerous lacerations all over his body and a massive wound in his side. He died peacefully a few hours later on the battlefield,his sword still clenched in his hand. He would not give his name but on his sword the elven writing was eventually translated a few years after his death. His name was Alonsus Tirisfal.
"And ever since that battle all those years ago,these glades have been named after the hero that saved our army and our race from annihilation."said the teacher,finishing his lecture. "Now,if you will take out some parchment and ink and right down these notes..." The teacher began to give oral notes for the class but one student wasn't listening. He had heard it all before. He reached inside his shirt and removed a gold chain. On the end of the chain was a small sword,cut out of sapphire.