You were a member of the Calvary, riding into battle alongside the general, Napoleon, who was quickly growing in rank and popularity. You could see the opposing soldiers flag rise through the horizon as the men and horses rid towards the area. Napoleon’s horse stopped, your horse as well, then so did all the other horses. Napoleon raised his hand, guns slowly began to rise as he muttered under his breath.

“ Sacrebleu..they knew we were going to ambush.. “