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The Sorrows of the Young Knight

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Torin is an orphan kid who joined the knights order, he is loyal to the king , after a countless war, and people he killed, he questioned himself why do we need to kill? why do we need fight for our freedom, and he realized the king is not righteous like he knew he is being played by the tyrant king....
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Chapter 1 - "THE FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL"

Torin woke up by his friend loud shout. His vision was blurred with sleep as he goes outside of his bunker, only to be met with a grim sight, an enemy army was advancing through the field. He felt a fear surged through him, but there was no time to dwell on it. The battle for survival had begun.

He grabbed his sword and shield, charging out into the chaos. His heart pounded as he ran, his voice booming across the battlefield, urging his comrades to rally and fight for their lives. Determined, he sprinted towards the enemy commander, his eyes locked on the target. With all his strength, he swung his sword, the clash of metal ringing out as it struck the commander's armor. The sound of steel meeting steel echoed around him.

The Battle of Survival and Honor last on for three days. Torin fought with unyielding determination, pushing through exhaustion, hunger, and thirst. Each swing of his sword was driven by sheer willpower, even as hope seemed to slip away, he continuously fight using every power he have.

On the final day, with every ounce of his strength spent, Torin launched one last desperate assault. His blade pierced through the armor of the enemy commander. As the commander fell, Torin stood over him, breathless and with he's little bit of strength he shouted to the enemies.

he shouted to the remaining enemies, "Your commander is dead! Do you still want to fight, or will you retreat?" His challenge cut through the clamor of the battlefield, demanding an end to the bloodshed.

As the enemy forces fled, running back to their base in a desperate retreat, the battlefield fell silent. The fight was over, but Torin's heart was heavy. He stood amidst the wreckage and the remnants of battle, he saw his dead comrades' bodies lying in a pool of blood, the weight of victory feeling like a hollow victory.

Lost in thought, he questioned himself of their struggle. "Why do we need to fight for survival?" He talked with his weary voice," Is peace really just a dream? Is it truly impossible to live without war, suffering, and bloodshed? We won the fight, but at what cost? Our survival, our freedom, our honor all paid for in lives. What is honor worth if it means our comrades are dead? What is freedom if you are dead, we fought hard, but in the end, the war has taken everything from us. What have we truly gained?"

"His voice hangs in the air as dead silence envelops him; his gaze fixed on his fallen comrades."