Chapter 11-Declaration of war

As we rode into the town, our eyes were met with a scene of utter devastation. The streets were littered with the wounded and the dying, their blood staining the cobblestones a deep, sickening red. Buildings that had once stood proud and tall now lay in ruins, their walls shattered and their roofs caved in.

We knew then that we were too late. The dark king's army had already struck, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. But we were not about to give up without a fight.

We charged into battle, our swords and spears flashing in the dim light of the sun. The air was thick with the stench of death, the sound of steel on steel ringing in our ears. It was a fight for survival, a struggle against the forces of darkness that threatened to consume us all.

But amidst the chaos, we heard a cry of pain. It was Derek, one of our finest warriors, a thunder spearman of the rebellion. He had been struck down by a cruel and cowardly blow, the dark king's minions using every dirty trick in the book to gain the upper hand.

We fought on, our hearts heavy with grief and anger. The dark king's tyrannical declaration hung over us like a dark cloud, a warning that should we not comply with his demands, war would be at our doorstep. But we refused to be cowed into submission. We would fight to the bitter end, no matter the cost.

Emotions of fear and anger began to rise within the people, their faces twisted with pain and despair. The inevitability of war cast its dark shadow over the town, like a creeping fog that threatened to suffocate us all. But we refused to give up hope. We would fight on, with every last breath in our bodies.

For we knew that this war was not just a battle for our town, but for the very soul of our land. The dark king's army may have struck a cruel blow, but we would not yield. We were warriors of the light, and we would fight on, no matter the cost.