The Paladin drew his sword and waited, he had beside him his son, whom he loved so dearly, his best friend, and two other people. They waited for the end, for it would be here, by the end of the sun's day.
He looked down at his son, who was only 16, barely a man, and his friend, who he had fought so many battles along side. The two other people, how he regretted not getting to know them better. They had lives, family, and these unlucky few, would have everything gone, by night fall.
On the horizon, they saw the end. It marched towards them. One of the men got up from the ground, picking up his shield.
"It be a fine day for the end to come" he said gazing at the hoard that approached. The Paladin turned to this man and to the men around him.
"We are the last, the last stand before they come, come and destroy our land our homes, and our families. Let us take this time to reflect upon our time on this earth, the joyous, and the sad, remember every thing of your lives, and take that with you when you draw your swords on this day, and use your life to thrust into the enemy which so heartlessly takes it from us, we die with Honor today. And they shall cower in fear at the might of our swords!" he said, sternly
The men looked at him, a tear fell from one of their eyes, they picked up their swords, their shields, and donned their armor, this was their day, this was their day to be remembered by all, for what they have done, this is their day to fight. To defend what was theirs by soul right of being here.
Those 5 men stood there, and wait for the enemy to march up, they did not falter, they held the line.
The evil horn sounded, and a roar came from the end. The men stood there in blatant defiance, this was their home, and they would die to defend her soil.
The Paladin picked up his horn, and blew it for the last time, a loud echoing sound erupted from it, sending chills down the spine of everyone on the other side, it gave those men new found courage to meet the end. The horn ended, and the Paladin, lifted his sword into the air.
"CHARGE!" he yelled, into the air.
The men ran, and the end stood there and watched as 5 men slammed into their lines.
The Paladin was the first into battle quickly followed by the others, they fought for their homes and family, they fought for their right to peace.
The Paladin, fought with vigor, and when he was exhausted, a grave sight fell to his eyes, of that a sword entering into his dear sons body. He let out a fabled cry, one of vengeance and defiance. As his son slumped to the ground. This spurred him into a blind rage. Killing the army of the end.
The others fell to where it was only the Paladin was left. Defiantly keeping the battle going, until he felt something Peirce his chest, he looked down to see an arrow sticking out. he fell to his needs and all went black for the noble Paladin.
The battle was lost, and those men who fought bravely now rest in peace. On the Field of battle.
The end kept marching on. Chanting "Everyone falls in the end"
