Hardport

Frederic sits in the carriage with the two knights. Both excited to finally meet Frederic in person. Frederic looks at them.

"The first thing we're going to loose in this war... Is your guys's innocence... This is not a place of play... This is a battlefield" the two are shocked to hear this as the carriage stops. The door opening. Frederic steps out of the carriage and is greeted by a border officer.

"What is the current status of the officers and the town...?" Frederic keeps walking as the officer struggles to keep up.

"Well uh... We've prepared weapons and barracks on the edge of town closest to the border... Sir!" Frederic looks around as only three tents are set up.

"Great... I didn't hear anything about evacuation... So evacuate the town as quickly as possible... Who knows how fast this place will become a battlefield" Frederic takes a deep breath.

"Just one problem... Since there is barely any attacks here... The citizens don't believe we can hold off anything..." Frederic sighs.

"They don't believe you about a war... Ugh... How many citizens live here?" The officer counts on his fingers.

"Uh... About... 3,000?" Frederic grits his teeth.

"Hey you!" Frederic turns to one of the knights.

"You take a few officers and evacuate the town... I'm sure they'll listen to high class Royal knights..." The Knight gulps.

"Yes sir!" Frederic turns back to the officer.

"Gather all of the Officers and knights in the area... All of them!" The officer is stunned before quickly walking away. Frederic looking through the tents. Everyone starts gathering in one place as Frederic and the other Knight stand in front.

"I'm Frederic Doyal... And from today on, I'm in charge of you fools... Now... I don't wanna see anybody joking about... You must always be training or preparing for battle... Wars don't have a countdown so always have your weapon ready for combat!... Fight for your dreams... And your dreams will fight for you!... Now... Go, start preparing!" Everyone scrambles as the knight feels useless.

"Keep an eye on these fools, make sure they're always ready to fight no matter what." The knight bows.

"Right!"

Frederic looks around the room. The room was a small office. A desk opposite the door with a window behind.

"Not too shabby in here" suddenly the phone box on the desk starts ringing. Frederic slightly sweats as he sits down.

"Hello...? This is Frederic Doyal from Hardport" Frederic's eyes widen. Screams of bloody murder. Sounds of ice and strong weather. And what sounds like Swords clashing.

"This is sergeant- GAH! Green... From the Great divid- AAH!" What sounds like an explosion erupts as the line goes blank.

"Hello!?... Are you okay!?" Frederic knocks some stuff off of the desk.

"Are you still there!?" The line comes back on for a second before shutting back off. Enough for three words

"Hundreds... Dead... Already- AAH!" the line then shuts off again. Frederic bolts out of the room and onto the balcony overlooking the Tents.

"Everyone listen up!" Everyone turns to Frederic as he takes out his large Battle axe.

"The war has officially begun! The eastern front is already in intense combat! Hundreds of lives have already been lost!... Do you see why I'm telling you to be ready for anything no matter what... Got it, be on your toes Soldiers, The battle is only beginning!" There's a loud silence as everyone rushes around. Frederic walks down the steps. One of the knights running over.

"Everyone has been evacuated sir" Frederic sighs.

"Now isn't the time for a sigh of relief... The battle has only just begun-" suddenly the ground slightly starts shaking. Frederic's eyes widen.

"They're here!" Suddenly the ground crumbles under their feet. Large chunks of rock stabbing through a large portion of the knights and Guards. Blood violently splatters across Frederic's face. Half of them were killed almost instantly. Frederic draws his sword and runs through the forest the border sat on. Rage fills Frederic as his hair slowly turns grey. His eyes emitting a gray aura. He jumps from the trees into the air. His arms covered completely in ice. He looks out as several waves of hundreds of Knights rush at them.

"There's too many" Frederic's eyes widen as he violently shakes his head.

"Too late to think like that!" Frederic lands and violently swings his arm.

"Freeze wave!!" The ground is suddenly covered in a massive wall of ice instantly killing the first few hundred people. He breaths heavy as a hoard of people rush around the wall. He uses his weapon and runs through the crowd of people instantly slicing them in half. Blood covering his hands. He then suddenly gets stabbed through the stomach. He coughs up blood as a large scythe rips through his stomach.

"I was... Too slow...." Suddenly the large persons head is on the floor. Frederic hits the floor and grabs the scythes handle.

"Don't pull that out... You'd bleed out and die before you win this battle." Frederic grits his teeth and breaks it at the blade.

"I'll destroy them from inside!... You will act as a last line of defense!" Frederic bolts forward fatally wounding tons of soldiers. The Knight following Frederic's orders.