Epilogue

The harsh light illuminated everything in its way. It made my armour look like fire. A slight breeze ran across the field. Ravens encircled the air; waiting for the inevitable. You could taste the tension in the air. Distant sound of marching disturbed the peace of Nature. The rustle of the leaves, was enough to leave a shiver in your spine. The sun majestically stood in the sky. Cruelly unleashing, its hot sun rays onto earth punishing it; as it watched entertained at the chaos about to start.

I marched on with my fellow warriors. Putting on a valiant face to hide my anxiety. Inside I was scared as a lonely baby bird ready for its first flight. I looked among the ranks. It seemed I wasn't the only frightened one. One person was trembling so much it looked as if they would wet themselves. King Leonidas boldly stood in the front of our ranks. No way were we going to win this but he walked on confidently like he was going for a stroll. He was as brave as a lion. I chanted along with the other 300 soldiers that made up the rank. Our mission was to protect this place for as long as we could. Sweat beamed on my forehead a reward for all the hard work I had done. Then we stood there waiting for the commotion about to start. The footsteps became louder. The echoes reached further out. It was about to start- the war was about to start. My mind was working overtime. It was filled with endless possibilities. Certain doubts hung in my head. Fear stamped out all other thoughts; when I saw how immense the army was.

A light up lit up above my head. I remembered who I was. I was a Spartan, fighting against Kravas and his son Hertio. Even though it was clear we were going to lose. I would gladly die fighting such a worthy foe. A death worthy of a Spartan general. We were the last defence against Kravas.

All of a sudden a roar ran through our army. King Leonidas shouted charge and we ran like fearless cheetahs upon helpless prey. Metal clashed against metals. Already blood stained the dark-brown floor. I slashed and stabbed when ever I caught a glimpse of flesh. A boy no older than 15 attacked me I blocked his first strike with my shield. The impact jarred my arm. I swung my sword and aimed for his leg. The sword made a big cut and he was now limping. Pain and hopelessness was in his eyes and I felt guilty as I beheaded him. Time seemed to slow down. I soon lost count of how many men I killed but it was no less than one hundred. My body all over was crying out in pain. Out of the three hundred we started with only about fifty remained. Kravas and Hertio had killed most of them. Then the sky turned black and the moon appeared. I saw our most powerful magician raise his hands he was uttering a powerful spell. You could tell it was taking a lot out of him. His eyes were looking straight at Kravas. I watched in amazement as the powerful beam shot towards him. Kravas flew up in the air; as the magician crumpled to the floor. He was dead before he hit the floor. He and his army were never seen again. Only the fifty survivors saw this event occur. The magician had imprisoned Kravas in a strong prison which no one knew where and Hertio was banished for a thousand years. The magician had not only used his strength but Gorfa's army strength to do this.

This magician had two daughters and two sons. Each of them controlled an element to an unprecedented state. Air, Water, Earth and Fire. 1000 years later their descendants were foretold to kill Kravas and his son once and for all. Kravas will soon escape from his prison and Hertio will return. Both of them will be more powerful than ever.