-"here they come!" "hold the line!"
Many voices and shouts can be heard as the clatering of armor and clashing of swords continues.
The sky bright red, there are many people stampeading in a palace "lord Evangale!" "lord Evangale!" the shouts echo through the long brightly lit
hallway. A door opens and a man with a long golden-black coat is standing, looking through a window.
"Lord Evangale, there you are!" the guards say with smiles on their faces.
"quiet!" the man shouts, his roaring voice shaking the whole room, the man seems to be overlooking the battlefield.
"We are getting overrun, sir!" "We can't fight any longer!"
"its quite alright, we are the last stand of humanity. we can't win." just as the man says that an arrow shoots through the window, hitting him in the head.
Moments later a boy wakes up below a tree in a sunny forrest, it looks like he was sleeping, "Ezra!" "Ezra!" Ezra picks up his things and runs to the village, a town with wooden houses and lake in the middle, the town is decently big.
"Ezra there you are, why were you out so long? Either way, can you help me with this cargo? I need to bring it to the docks" "sure mom" says Ezra smilling while rubbing his eyes, "don't force yourself too much, you are still recovering from your training."
As Ezra walks to the docks he senses a weird smell, he stops and after a few minutes he realises... Its the smell of blood.
Ezra drops the cargo and rushes to the village. Once there he sees two guards dead on the floor, followed by a trail of blood leading into the forest, he decides to follow the trail and sees his sister bloody in the hands of two men in heavy armor.
"stop!" Ezra yells, while he tries to grab the arm of the soldier, but his subordinate unsheathes his sword and cuts off Ezra's hand.
The men start talking to each other while Ezra is crying on the floor, after much talk they decide to walk away leaving Ezra alone in the forest to die.