For three days there has been constant bloodshed in the garrison . The soldiers of Sanmar have long since become numb to the smell of blood present in the passages, on the walls and on their armors. They no longer doubt that they have entered the real hell if there is such a thing present.
'My Lord! The orcs have broken through the courtyard.' shouted a scout who has been the harbinger of continuous bad news for this miserly group of survivors.
'To hell with these orcs! How many men are left Captain Ronald?' asked Gustav, the Lord of the Kastramor Garrison.
'Barely 400 men are in fighting condition. The rest 150 are either wounded or mutilated.' replied Ronald, the 18-year old Captain of the Garrison.
'May God burn Jared in hell for eternity. That motherf***** betrayed his own motherland.' grunted Gustav.
'Prepare the men Captain we will leave the garrison tonight.'
'As you wish my Lord.' saluted the captain.
'BANG!'
Suddenly the gates leading to their position burst open and the orcs started pouring in.
'GO! Ronald. Take the men and quickly retreat. I will hold these f****s. Remember from now on you are the leader of the Sanmar Army. Avenge us in the future. This is my last order to you as the Lord of the Garrison. Now quickly GO!'
'I will avenge the 2000 souls which have perished here, I, Ronald Deathstar swear on my mother's name.' Ronald said with bloodshot eyes.
That day for the first time in a thousand years an Orcish Flag was fluttering in Kastramor. This was the end of peace in this part of Aron.
'I will avenge you Father, my brothers and Lord Gustav. The day will come when I'll bring the sword of Justice to clear these lands.' swore Ronald in his heart while disappearing in the dark night.
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Six months earlier.
'Hurry Ron! You are getting late for your assessment.'
'COOOMING! Just a minute mother.' Said a voice from upstairs.
After a while a 17-year old boy came down wearing an old fashioned white shirt, black leather trousers and black leather boots.
'How do I look mother?' asked Ronald.
'As dashing as always Ron.' said his mother while smiling. 'Have you prepared well?'
'Yes mother. Uncle Jared said that my swordsmanship is the best among all the participants.' Ronald said while puffing out his chest.
'Do your best son. Just remember that Your father and me both are proud of you no matter the result today.'
'I know mother.' said Ronald while exiting the house. He had a shine in his eyes as he walked towards the training ground while lost in his thoughts.