Chapter 1

Ching the sound vibrates from the collision of their swords, "come on son you can do better than that." "Come on, Charge me." Ugh... charging at his father aggressively! Crack! His nose bleeding he was knocked to the ground by his father's shield to the face." You have to do better than that! You are going to march with us to Sigfor aren't you?"

"Yes father."

"Then act like it only the best serve under my command and I'm not going to have you die on your first march! Inside, we have to get you patched up!"

"Really Mikkel you let your father beat you again?"

"Shut up Scythe!"

"Come on now, I'm just playing around man."

"I know you are," Mikkel says as they grip each other's forearm. "So how's your father Scythe, still sick?"

"Yeah, we are afraid he won't make it through to Spring."

"I don't know your father is a strong man, maybe he will be well enough to march."

"Yeah, you are right we only have a couple months till the march and for Spring to come." Sythe says with a slight nod.

The door slams behind them and as they look they see Mikkel's father standing tall. "Boys get ready a storm is coming."

"A gamma storm?" Mikkel asks.

"Yes, it looks like it's going to be bad," his father replies.

"Sir, I need to make it home my father needs help."

"I'm sorry but there just isn't enough time if you go out there you will die. Go ahead get down to the basement."

"Okay let's go ... Scythe come on."

"Yeah okay I'm coming." Sounds of screams and other horrifying sounds jump out at us as we take shelter in our cement basement.

"It will be fine boys I promise."

As he had promised nothing happened that day, few died and few resources destroyed. We were set for the raid and nothing was going to stop us we were going to take Sigfor. One horrible event happened that day Scythe's father was sitting outside in an old rusted wheelchair we had found in an abandoned hospital and all we found at the end of the day were his bones and that wheelchair.

Spring came and the march was about to begin my training was about to mean something, it seems like I have been training everyday for nineteen years and it is coming to a conclusion.

Scythe was practically my brother, since we knew it was a possibility we would die we wanted assigned to the same position. "Yes, man we are asigned to the front lines!"

"Awesome, now I know for sure that I have someone who will have my back."

"Who said I would guard your flimsy ass?"

"True ... true how could you possibly have my back you are weak as fuck?" Scythe says as he stumbles back laughing.

"Wow man, just wow I hate you!"

"No you love me," he says taunting Mikkel.

"Okay, shut up now let's go get our weapons."

Scythe dual wielded scythes, well damn that's ironic. They were made of steel and the hilts were lined with gold and the blade painted a shadow like black. I personally held a standard sword and board, nothing special.

"Mikkel hurry King Yerite is speaking and I think he is about to begin the march!"

"Okay I'm coming!"

"Men this is the summer ... the summer we make a difference and push back the Gistiah we will begin the march by marching into Sigfor. Many of you will die but die a honorable death and you will be remembered as the heroes of the Human race!" Cheering erupted throughout the town as the king finished his speech and the gates let down and the march began.

It was not long ago when Overlord Veritoba, the leader of the Gistiah assassinated the King's father and he took his place on the throne. Ever since the assassination we have been being pushed back but now we are all sure we can fix this and defeat the Gistiah perhaps not this summer but eventually we will take revenge on the savages that killed our King.