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The desolate tower loomed once again over him; chaos was all that surrounded him as the armies of the free people were falling, as the Mantels were victorious.
‘Orders sir, what are your orders CAPTAIN’,
The voice of small soldier did not travel far as an arrow from a nearby Seer penetrated his skull. Captain Lundek chose this moment to respond by pointing the tip of his sword towards the tower and yelled ‘FIRE!’. The remaining catapults launched the boulders from the pile towards the tower. Yet again they did not even scratch the tower with the crumb like remains raining down upon bodies of the dead. Lundek knew they didn’t have a chance but he never knew it would be this bad. The battlefield was becoming a graveyard for the free people the half-giants were ripping anything that came near them limb from limb. ‘AAARRRGHHH’ the shout echoed around the battlefield causing everyone to cease their individual fights. The shout had come form inside the tower some of mantels banged their chest plates with the hilts of their swords in a victory chant.
Red smoke was billowing from the top of the tower, spreading through the sky turning it blood red. This was it the end of days and all humanity. From the top of tower a dragon dark as coal rose with its rider on top, sword pointed towards the heavens, this was a common mantel war-like tradition: when the end is near bring out the king to finish of the rest.
The Mantels had Captain Lundek and his remaining men surrounded in the centre of the battlefield. The dragon bore its rider to the centre where he dismounted and glided over to the group. Within a second the tip of his sword was placed at Captain Lundek’s neck. ‘I pity you Lundek, you should have joined me when you had the chance it is a shame that it has to end like this’, the rider growled the words at Lundek. ‘It is a shame but unlike you I am not a fan of genocide’. These were the last words he would say the rider withdrew the sword then swung for his neck.
‘No!’ Lundek sat upright in his bed.
‘General Lundek’, the voice came from the small opening in the tent, the small head of on overhang soldier was poking through the gap in the tent. ‘I have been sent for you, it is time I will give you a few minutes. When you are ready I will take you to the courthouse’.
General Lundek remained silent. He was still trying to work out why he was having the same dreams for the last three weeks all with the same end, his death.
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