The sand was scorched red and glass was littered all over the place. Zero walked through the rubble toward where the figures house used to be. He was quite concerned about the situation, after all for his mind to be this destroyed somthing major must have happened. When he reached the door to the figures home he found that it was twisted around and the sand which usually fell covering it had been turned to red glass which was twisted around in slightly disturbing ways. The figure senced his presence and layed down the few books which had survived the event.
"Well to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit old friend?"
Zero smiled and stepped into the broken house.
"I just came to chat for a bit."
The past is a strange thing, no matter how far away from it you think you get it always knows where to find you.
An army United under a goal which was mutually beneficial to the various country's which had lent their troops toward the cause. The eradication of a certain species that had started to threaten the various country's which were close to the borders of the desert forest. They were the Golden Tribe, a group of fierce warriors who lived in the hash environment of the forest which hardened them into killing machines which only desired war. They would ride into battle on the backs of giant scorpions which they had tamed as mounts. And even though they were tamed they were still incredibly dangerous to ride, but the warriors viewed it as a right of sorts to succeed in riding the beasts. They were considered to be class F monsters and were quite formidable especially in the desert. The task was simple all they had to do was kill them and then go back to their every day lives.
The diferent country's appointed a person to the job of general, his job was to mediate between the kingdoms and help where help was needed, he had ultimate say over the armys actions. The general at that time was an extremely intimidating person when he wanted to be, but for the most part he was considered to be a fairly chill person. Each country had their own representative which would preside over their specific group of soilders, as commanders making sure that things went smoothly.
For the first several months of the war it was a complete massacre. The head general was an intelligent individual that relied on tactics which killed many foes while minimizing casualties on the his own side.
One day however, after an especially brutal battle, and due to an oversight on one of the people in charge of cleaning up the stragglers one of the scorpions managed to survive and devoured the corpses around it and succeeded in evolving twice while eating. When it had finished it turned its attention to attack the encampment, but the general learned of its existence and took out a troup of fighters to battle the creature and protect the camp. The fight lasted for seven days before the company returned only mildly injured but extremely exhausted.
During those seven days one of the country's saw this as a chance to attack the other members of the treaty and weaken them. The king was extremely greedy and ordered his soilders through messages to attack at the dead of night on the same day that the group came back from killing the monster.
The young commander was hesitant but he agreed since the king had taken care of him even thought he had been considered a failure of a human since the day that he was born. On the night of the attack they readied themselves and attacked slaughtering many who were resting from previous battles, they tore into the camps without discrimination and killed all, wounded or healthy. When the news came to the general he was filled with rage and even in his weakened state desided to take action.
"Ready the men, pull back to the main camp emidiatly, assemble a team to find any and all survivors, I'll deal with the idiots that broke the treaty. But do not engage in battle unless absolutely necessary."
The commanders exited the tent and the general stood up from his seat slowly.
"You can come out of hiding now don't you think? If you really thought that you could take me out with a sneak attack then you are quite foolish."
He threw a small knife toward the tent wall and heared someone scurry away in fear. That person was the comander of the army that had turned on the others. He had hoped to take out the general in a weakened state but it seemed that the general was actually quite active despite having been fighting for seven days without rest or food. The commander returned to his groups of soilders who had almost made there way through the second camp and ordered a full withdrawal.
"But sir, the king gave explicit instructions to continue the assault."
The commander quickly packed up the nessesary equipment and began to walk towards the door.
"We aren't leaving for good, just regrouping. After all the general is personally going to enter the fray and we want to avoid that if entirely possible don't you agree?"
The soilder nodded his head in horror, the general was known as an monster who had established himself in the war of the monsters
He was the type of person who could take out a rank D monster with only a small group of soilders in a week without using any magic, in just a week without losing a single soilder. The only reason that they had planned the attack was becouse they thought that he would be out of commission for awhile.
The commander lead the retreat and waited for the morning to resume the attack, since he wanted them to at least have time to tend to the dead and dying. In his heart he knew what he had done was completely wrong, but he had to do what was best for his country so sacrifice was nesisary. He fully expected the full might of the army to attack them in the morning and try to finish them off, which was why during the week his men had planted magical explosives in the ground that responded to anyone that wasn't part of the commanders army, that way they would be able to take out a large amount of people all at once. But when morning came only one individual arrived on the battlefield.
The general walked onto the feild with a sack over his shoulder, his expression was grim and he was covered in the blood of both friend and foe alike. He had instructed the army to pull back since he had suspected that the commander would have some kind of trick up his sleeve in order to reduce the army that they expected to face.
When the lines of worriors that were ready for battle saw him they could feel their blood start to freeze over, the comander stood at the front of the army ready to attack, but when the general came within fifty feet of the front line he suddenly stopped and pulled the bag from over his shoulders revealing the contents to be the king who had commanded the attack. The entire army looked on in horror as the general swiftly decapitated the king with his sword and threw the kings head ,which was frozen in an expression of fear, at the feet of the commander. In a normal case somthing like that would have sent the soilders into a frenzy since it was almost like a challenge, but in this case it made the whole army tremble in fear.
The king had been in the kingdom the day before, and the kingdom was a months journey from the place where they were now, and he was constantly surrounded by the most elite soilders in the kingdom. The general suddenly took another step forward which brought there attention back to him.
"Listen to me well soilders, your king is dead and you have spilled the blood of your comrades."
His voice was almost hallow as he spoke the words, but in them there was a very noticeable hint of rage creeping through it.
"Given we are in the middle of a war, I will give you one chance to return to your homeland. Since we have to spend our efforts dealing with our original goal it would be a waste to lose more lives than nesisary."
The army looked at one another wondering what they should do. The general let out a sigh of annoyance.
"Fine if it helps look at it this way."
His eyes grew cold and a distinct bloodlust began to drift into the armys ranks.
"If you leave your country un guarded then I will personally destroy your entire kingdom after we finish dealing with you."
The comander let out a small sigh, and looked at the head of his father. He had not been the perfect person but the comander had wanted to please him more than anything in the world.
"We will retreat for now, thank you for this chance."
He looked at the general and saw that his eyes were filled with hatred. It made him feel a pang of regret, just two weeks earlier they had shared a meal together and had talked in a rather pleasant manner. The general had helped them many times as well, and this was how they had treated him. The more the commander thought of it the sicker he became. As they returned to the kingdom the comander was weighed down by the sheer guilt of what he had done. It was easy to follow the kings orders in the heat of the moment in order to please him, but the results had been much worse than the commander had imagined. He swore to himself that he would not let somthing like this ever cause him to stumble the way that he had.
And now after all these years he continued to kick himself for the stupidity of his decisions in the past. He had only been a foolish child that had no real comprehension of what a battle really was, and he had payed for it.
The General woke from his dream with a start, he looked around and saw Gordan was still sitting by the fire looking into the darkness for any threats, Drake was also sleeping soundly next to the white horse which kept fussing over him like he was its child. The General was still partially asleep despite how he had woken so suddenly.
"Do you ever regret things that you did in the past."
Gordan looked up at him and smiled slightly.
"Who doesn't?"
The General nodded and fell back to sleep.