The General's resolution
An arrow screamed by him missing his face by mere centimeters, more thudded into his shield and those of the soldiers around him making ominous thuds as metal hit wood. Around him his troops marched on, soldiers in tight formation and recruits running ahead taking the bulk of the damage from the arrows, ahead of them he could see the ragged lines of bandits and their rusty swords glinting in the sun they seemed to stretch on endlessly. He felt fear creeping into his mind and hastily distracted himself with thoughts of home, he imagined his family, his wife and two sons taking in the harvest on his farm back home and the warm fireplace and smell of roasting turkey, it was new years eve and they would be celebrating back at home making resolutions and feasting. The general closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and calmly let it out he opened his eyes again and now they shone with deadly determination, he sounded the charge and his orders relayed through the ranks with the sounds of resounding drums and trumpet blares, before the front lines met and steel clashed against steel he made his own resolution: To return home safe to his family after every adventure.
(I thought i'd try my hand at story writing :P)
-Mides


