War

The veterans of the struggle it became suppression. Both sides were critically damaged, and now both sides were mere wastelands. They had crushed themselves and each other thinking something in this land could’ve helped repair them but they were after the same thing and so they both failed.
The remaining soldiers, including myself were sitting around a campfire, telling the stories of our so called triumph. But there wasn’t a real point. The stealthy woodland archer began the stories with his.
This bloodshed had only begun. The flame of war had only just yet ignited. This battle for land was meaningless. After the suffering was over the land would be laid to waste by the corpses, blood and remaining weapons of the dead soldiers.
I hung my head in shame at the military forces of each side, blinded by the fighting, the death. I was well hidden inside a forest on the land. I was a perfect archer, with the best precision. I never missed. Although I was filled with pain to the brim, the shrieks of terrible yelling of the falling soldiers I hit was hurting me. We had won that war, but at what cost? Our military was injured so badly that the ones that survived could barely move. Everyone had perished. The plague had come through, and its name was war.
The struggle from his point of view was quite interesting but 3 stories still remained. The next story told, was from the berserk warrior.
The clanging of steel ignited my soul. My terrible smile sent a shiver of fear down the other soldiers back’s as they saw my horrid grin. Through my helmet I looked as evil as ever. My eyes seemed to glow through it.
We rushed into the battle; through all the rage people were confused and therefore easy targets. I raced forward with my enormous mace. I carried it with two hands; a single wild swing could have the potential to clear an entire crowd. I was bashing people, laughing wildly scaring people, many people. The crowd had become the ground. My armor was dripping with blood, as I stood still looking at my great achievement.
There were few soldiers left, on both sides and one of them rushed in my direction. I met him in battle I raced forward and leaped with my mace ready. I smiled bearing my teeth and stared at him, the animalistic shine grew in my eyes. I whacked the sword out of his hand, and then prepared a large swing but he pulled out a dagger and sliced my leg. When I looked up next, he was gone.
The warrior sat there, his leg covered in bloodstained bandages that didn’t seem to be helping much. With 2 stories remaining, the Calvary began his tale.
I charged forward. My lance held high, in line with the other Calvary. We caught sight of the stakes that were in the ground. Most of the horses charged forward not noticed and stabbing into the stakes causing the soldiers on top to fly off. The lower archers whipped out daggers and with swift attacks they beat our soldiers not in power but in speed.
I made a short circle, turning to avoid the stakes. I had ridden a horse before and I knew a thing or two. I hoped that this horse did too. I was luckily correct; the horse sped forward and jumped over the stakes, crushing the archers that were hiding behind them. With my powerful lance I made a stabbing move that went through several soldiers. My horse didn’t last long, but his death wasn’t in vain. We had broken through. I jumped before my horse fell to its side. I shed a tear for the loss of my war partner but I had to protect myself. I pulled my lance backward and pulled my shield in front of myself. My lance was so heavy, but I had the strength to hold it up.
I was surviving quite easily my opponents were falling fast and easy. I kept my shield high to protect myself. Someone bashed my lance hard, and it fell sideways. I turned towards him and he angrily stared at me with a frozen frown. I had fled then. I forgot to grab a sword before I went and the lance would take too long to recover.
Then finally, my story the story of a civilian, I prepared the fire for the soldiers myself. If they returned to the city, they would be killed. They were outcastes each for a different reason. Their all had done things that they shouldn’t have or were supposed to. But all the reasons related to the war that had occurred. I heard that our people were going to this bloodshed, my heart trembled. I was petrified with shock frozen with the vile fear that consumed me.
The war was too much for me I ended up hiding in my home until the whole thing washed over. But the battle was brought back to the city. The grounds were we thought they’d attack was but a mere trick and we took the bait. So then we had fled, what was left of us anyway. So that’s how I met the veterans.