the king was inpatient and listened to no one. Not matter what. He always believed he was right, eh had the right of way, and everything he did was right and the smart decision. This was his fatal flaw that led his army to this hell. The king forced the army to march and trek through all the dangerous parts of the world to get to where the the dark lord lived.

the dark lords realm was nothing of please the of light like the kings, the dark real, was filled with monstrous animals that stood at the wall of every corner of every place, it had wyverns around, all other common mythical animals. And held home to a singular female dragon. And the king wanted that. The king always wanted everything, eh wanted the power.

The king was like a big kid playing video games, when his move to play the game and he didn’t win he throw a hissy fit and tantrums and would curse the enemy out of being forwards for what ever technique they used to win. Yet everyone followed him, they didn’t follow out of respect but of fear. As most if life ever would, the kings hissy fit side was annoying, but his dangerous side was more scary.

it was saddened many of the soldiers didn’t think they’ll make it out the battle that would come tomorrow, most the men sat in the make shift camp, some hiding among trees, there was no fire or light aloud, no the dark lord would see it so the6 we’re alone in the middle of dark man’s land. Everybody was on edge and quiet, they settled down mostly for the night to rest

in the darkness of the dark lands their was eyes everywhere, but how would they know that, the king had forced their armies out here, with barely a plan, and no idea of terrain or dangers the land might have lurked