The last sound that many young Knights hear Is...

Men yelling, metal clashing and arrows flying.

The ground is wet from rain, blood and mud. Knight’s are struggling to keep their footing. 

There is a young knight named Marx Lander and this is his first time on the battlefield. hearing the final screams of the people around him, he Is struggling to keep focus on the people in front of him. Every quick motion of a blade, friend and foe, is forcing him to twitch and turn, hearing the clash of blades pulling him away to find the source. For all of his training should have prepared him for such a battle. That moment the yelling began. All memories of his training or why he was on this battlefield has left his mind.

Being pushed and shoved from all directions almost forced into the enemy's spears. Struggling to not lose his own footing as one mistake would mean his impalement. Shield in his left shortsword in his right. Holding his shield in front of his chest with his head peeking out and resting his sword on the top. Slipping and sliding towards the enemies spear and blades. With the slightest thrust from his sword as if it is the only way to say “stay back.” His eyes are wide and his mouth is open but no sound is coming out.

The men around him battle, pushing Marx on to the floor and begins to be trampled on. The men are in a blood frenzy, Marx shifts in and out of consciousness with every step and body that falls on to him. Muffled sounds and the weight of his men trampling over him Marx gives and passes out for the last time.

Hours have passed and Marx's eyes start to slowly open, Confused “What happened” he thought to himself. Bodies are piled on top of him. He drags himself out of the pile and starts to Bring himself to his knees. He looks to the sky, feeling the rain on his face and takes a deep breath. 

He is scared to look around so instead he closes his eyes and leans his head forward. Taking a moment to let the silence calm him. Takes in a final deep breath and opens his eyes.

He See’s piles of bodies all around him as if hills and mountains were made “Why…why did we fight for this. This is hell.”