I remember how it all started. It's been so long now I can't remember the when's but I remember how as if it was branded into my mind. I was out tending the fields at the time. I was only 10 but what could I do? My father was sick someone had to do the job and my sister and mother had enough work in the house. Suddenly, I heard an odd rumbling. I looked around but the sky was clear, I'd never heard such a sound before in my life. Off in the distant a silhouette could be made out, at first small but slowly extending like one giant shadow. I squinted, trying to find out what it was coming to our small town. Suddenly I heard someone yell "it's them! The King's Horde!"I could hear them running some to pick up anything to fight with, others to hide. I stood there, frozen. I had heard stories of them before but never imagined they were real. An army said to be almost inhuman in strength and power, unbeatable, unmerciful, absolutely evil. I felt someone grab my arm tightly. As I look to the person I recognize my childhood sweetheart, Amanda. She pulls me to my house I can still hear her voice, full of fear yell "Nate! What are you doing do you want to get killed?" Once inside the walls shielded the sound, I ran to my father's room. He lay there in bed, so frail, so weak, struggling to breathe. Hard to believe he once was a strong, powerful man, a man of the land. It almost seemed like he died the day he fell ill and this was just a shell without a soul. As I took his hand I heard the sound grow louder and the door crash down. I stood quickly, a man in red armor charged in, I witnessed him behead my mother and sister. Amanda slipped under him and ran off I heard her yell to me "I will find you Nate! Don't worry about me!" Little did I know she was the least of my worries. I picked up my dad's axe. I never could use it, he made me a smaller one but I kept that one in my room so it was all I had. I swung it clumsily and missed. Then a pain shot...