I was traveling along the road to the Grandall Empire. I noticed a small army marching along a path towards the Dalkian Empire. As I watched them I wondered why Grandall would now be attacking Dalkia.

When I got to the gates of Grandall I asked a man about this event. The man said that the small army had recently fought against some brigands that were thought of as just bandits.

"They were actually undercover soldiers from Dalkia," he explained. "Oh, and they noticed that two of the soldiers, or bandits, were dressed as Grandall soldiers. Dalkia had used this incident to call for war."

'Hmm, strange,' I thought.

After that talk I remembered what I originally came here for. I wanted to join the Grandall military. I went up the stairs to the military fort. Once inside, I came up to the commander and requested to join the military.

"Son, are you sure you want to?" asked the officer.

"Yes!"

Once I was accepted I entered into the training courtyard. A memory flashed in my mind as I took a look around the area. My father trained me to fight in a homemade place like this. He was a valued soldier and a loving father. I loved him so much. I really miss him. I bet his comrades missed him as well. I hope to never forget him. He has changed my life so much since when he started training me. He had also definitely changed my life when he died.

"Hey, aren't you gonna train?" a someone asked, snapping me back to reality. It was the Officer.

"Yes sir, sorry," I apologized.

I went to a target, grabbed a bow and pack of arrows, and shot at the target. It missed.

"Try again."

I did as he told. I breathed slowly, readied the arrow, and fired. It was a bullseye. I felt proud after that. I went to the sword training area afterwards. The pillar that was there had spikes. I wondered if these soldiers were trying to kill their new recruits. I grabbed a sword and swung at it. It spun and cut my arm. The cut stung a little, it may or may not become a scar as it looked pretty deep.

"Go ahead and clean get the cut patched," the officer said. "when you return try again."

"Yes, sir."

I did as he told and returned with my cut cleaned and patched. I tried the sword again but missed my target completely when I swung it. I realized I was in a completely wrong stance. I corrected it and tried again. This time it was perfect. I started thinking that I was getting a hang of this again the more I did it.

Next was a pair of grieves. Then it was a katana and shuriken. Then a dagger and bomb, a sickle, a Chinese blade, a sword and shield, and finally a lance. I also used an Iron sword, which was huge like a claymore, and a staff, plus a dancer's weapon somewhere in between those times. I failed on the first try with every single one of those weapons. A few did take a few more tries than others. In the end I became re-familiarized with every class of weapon.

The next day I had to run ten miles. I was exhausted afterwards. Then I had train with every single class of weapon again. I had to repeat this every day for two months with very few breaks.

In the beginning of the next month we started the Grandall History and Rules section. We learned the history of this empire and the laws and rules concerning citizens and knights of this empire. We had to go through this for two months also. It was quite boring.

In the last last few months we had to go through both the training and the history teaching. Even though this was tiresome, it showed that we, me and some other recruits, were almost done. Next was the tests. A test of knowledge. A test of strength. A test of courage. A test of strategy. These are not the tests that we all were worrying about though. No, it was the test that war would bring.

The training and history classes were over. The tests were over. Now was the time for us to prepare for war. Most of us had passed and were separated into different legions. I had my dream come true. I was put in the ranks under Commander Abelia, who along with General Girardot had trained the leader of that small army I had seen what seemed like a long time ago. We were to help that unit fight Dalkia. The war against them was halfway over.