When life turns out scrambled, when the winds of fortune blow you back two steps for every step you take forward, when you are a soldier in a vast army, fresh meat to be thrown at the neverending tide of enemies, what is it you do. A soldiers task is simple, set your shield, draw your sword, and stand your ground. Do not give them an inch of our glorious's empires earth unless it is stained deeply in our blood! NO RETREAT, NEVER SURRENDER, FOR THE EMPIRE!

These are the thoughts of young Dorian, a village boy who fights for people in his town, his country, his people. Yet not everything is an enemy that you can fight with a sword. Sometimes bravery is not enough.

(this fiction has been altered from another fiction i once posted under a different account, If you have read that story do not expect things to go the same way, alot of the story has been altered in the months ive been absent.)