"Prince Soryn!" a man shouted putting a shield in front of Soryn's face. Seconds later half the shaft of an arrow was embedded in the iron wood shield.

"Thanks Ronnok" soryn nodded looking to him.

Soryn's warg shifted under him. "Easy winter...easy" clanking of metal and the raging roar of fire rang in his ears. They were losing. Fear clutched him as he saw that his men had no direction, no orders.

"Ronnok where is my father!?" he shouted over the roar of battle.

"No clue sire…" he spun and thrust his sword into a solider. "You'll have to lead us Soryn."

"Men! Form a wall with your shields! Don't. Let. Them. Through!" he bellowed pushing his doubt to the bottom of his stomach, his men needed him.

The men did as they were told. They regrouped into a line and dropped their shoulders locking their shields in place. Another charge came. "Let them hit your shields like a wave against rock! And when they crash against you force them back and cut them down two steps at a time!" he roared to his men.

"Ronnok when i give the signal tell the men to spin and make a ramp with their shields...its time to put these fuckers in the ground."he growled and spun. "Calvarie with me!" he gave a flourish of his sword as he rode to the back of his army. As he did so he took into account what was left of his force. Maybe five hundred foot soldiers and a hundred calvarie were left of there ten thousand that set off from Frostmoore.

What was left of their calvarie met soryn behind their foot soldiers. This was no normal calvarie, these were korabain wargs. Four times the size of wolves with sabercat like tusks and a affinity for war. Born and bread to tare through armies and decimate enemy calvarie, when used properly.

"Soryn we should retreat…" a soldier said panting.

"No. King Artorias wants to kill us, take our wives, force our children into slavery, kill our dragons! The last in the world!  No! We will not retreat. We may die, and all may be lost but i will tell you this we will give these fuckers a fight before hand. Find your courage men! Today we die but we die on our terms with a fire in our hearts and bloody swords. Now who is with me!? Who will raise their sword one last time for honor! For country! For your loved ones!" he said with a fury of cold determination.

He reared his warg as the men roard in defiance. Defiance to die quietly. Defiance to surrender. Defiance to tyranny.

"Ronnok now!" soryn yelled charging toward a sea of swords. His men turned on their heels and formed a ramp with their shields. Soryn and the calvarie rode up and over his men and crashed into the enemy with a hollow thud and clanking of metal as they cut through their force like a knife through butter.

In the distance Ronnok called "charge men, to the king!" it was the first time soryn was named king. His men ran with the fury of a thunderstorm. It was a rally of legendary proportions. Arrows hurtled past their heads as they continued to cut through a sea of not yet made corpses. A stray arrow caught soryn in the helm knocking it from his head and leaving a gash on his cheek bone. His silver hair fell to the nape of his neck and his sapphire eyes burned violently. How dare they think they can make him bleed and get away with it. It was then he was flung from his mount. He hit the gorund hard but got his footing and dug in his sword slowing himself he turned and looked back. His warg, winter had caught a lance in her chest.

A single tear ran down his cheek as rage swelled in him like nothing before. he shook violently a strange tingling feeling rising inside his body. "Artorias!" he bellowed and the ground shook like an earthquake. Ice spikes burst forth filling the battlefield in front of him obliterating king Artorias's army.

Soryn panted feeling exceedingly weak. Ronnok was by his side in moments.

"My king are you alright? What did you just do?"

"Ahhh,i dont know...urgh" their ws a pain in his chest but he stood anyway.

"Finish off any enemy soldier...no prisoners. Also search the living and the dead, find my father."soryn said walking to winter's body. He removed her armor and began to skin her. Tears running down his cheeks silently as he moved. He soon finished and whipped his face from all the blood and tears. He took her pelt and wrapped it under his arm.

Two soldiers dragged a body to him. "Mi'lord we've found him" it was the body of his father. It was gruesome and covered with arrows. He clenched his teeth.

"Put him on one of the wargs we must bring him home to bury him" he said with a tone of sadness. His father had always been a good king, until the war. Now he has paid the price for the war. It was foolish of him to be goated into this war.

They marched for days. They returned to Frostmoore broken and tired but victorious.