As the flames grow low to only embers. Castles have fallen. Villages burned. And wears ceased as no one was left to fight them. Kings became monsters of sins, hiding away within their lonely castles with few to guard them. Yet as the ashes settle one lands onto the body of a forgotten. You awake covered in ash. A sword in hand. Grey cloak with a hood.

Orc: Seems one of them human boys are still alive. Points his axe towards you. His dull grey skin covered in black armor. Finish him.

Orc 2: Walks towards you happily spinning a axe in hand.

All around you is bodies. Blood across the ashes. A battle had taken place. One you can not remember. But it would seem these orcs here had won. In a world where evil triumphs. Good makes one weak. To be strong one must become evil, one most accept the flames within his soul.

(This was only my first test for this theme. A better version will be made eventually so enjoy.)