Testament To My Will

from A Testament To Our Will by Withermoon

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Outnumbered, in line for war. The enemy span far as eyes can see. Their blood will soak and quench the earth. We will have our honor and victory. Our warriors at them soar. Our enemy cannot be allowed to flee. Lines converge we will endure assaulting through purging this scourge. Sparking swords and splintering shields. Ontoward I am injured my fate seems to be sealed. I refuse to die until the battles won. My enemy shall suffer catastrophic defeat. Iron clad, I rise again. Charging forward with my sword in hand. Into my enemy I run. They all will die none will retreat. Their forces are inferior to my men. In the end, all alone, we shall stand. A testament to my will. A testament to my will. It's time at last. We have pushed the enemy back. In terror they attempt to flee. Without pity we forward attack. Closing the gap, I smell a trap. Ambush surprise. With a new wound light dims to black. A comrade knelt over me. Slapping me to consciousness and screaming my name. His voice an echo. The world reverberant. I again to my feet to fight in this haze. The realization I am yet to be dead. My mind back in my control. Inspite incurring two fatal wounds I will not die until I achieve my goal. Back on my feet. Myself and my elite. Charging forward again, closing in on their men. One last symphony of clashes, bangs, screams, and groans. From the trees survivors shall hang. The battles won we taste victory. The blood of both friend and foe envelope all that can be seen. My men pick me up and carry me. Triumphantly over the mountainous dead, as those whom had survived now swing from the trees. My men inquire as to the next mission. To which, I grin Succumbing to my wounds, I tell them this fight has been a testament to my will. A testament to my will. A testament to my will. A testament to my...