Larc understood his place in this battle.
He knew this would happen all his life, though not so quickly.
His father had always told him that one day Larc would be in the war council. What he wasn't told was that he would rise to his position by the age of 16.
As Larc stared out at the rolling grasslands of the battlefield he recited the motto of their army.
To fight for his country, and kill who opposes them.
Each soldier, even Larc who didn't agree with it, understood it and was willing to follow it at any cost.
For some time now they had been at war with the neighboring countries under the flag of "keeping the peace". Larc voted against the use of force but the council ignored him, mostly for his age.
The enemy nations criticized Larc's nation as "oppressive" and as such the King declared war to put down the enemy.
The King assembled a massive army of 10000 soldiers and had them stand to fight this battle.
Larc was on the front line with his commander with the breath of the soldiers heating the air around Larc to a near unbearable degree.
It was time. The enemy army had shown up and now the two forces were ready to engage in the pointless war.
Larc heard the commander's horn and instantly drew his blade and raised his shield.
The battle was starting, and Larc knew that none of them were going to win...
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