The air thickens, and the plains echo the sounds of the crows and ravens that have flocked overhead, Marius the Wise looks into the sky, observes his surroundings, and takes a deep breath to relief his sudden episode of existential crisis. He feels as if he has been awakened from a long sleep. What is he doing, what has he doing for all the past years of his life, what is going to happen to him, what is this strange world he is living in.
Marius is an aging man, his hair has greyed, and his face has become a tired expression at all times, his eyes wrinkled, and his strength wanes. He asks himself, what has he doing all his life. All he has known was war. He remembers the countless men and comrades he knew for the past decades that have died. His life has been a grind, filled with tension, politics, bloodshed, and never rest. The thought of settling in a town and living at a home with normal people has grown strange to him. He only knows to sleep at tents, and interact with men of war, he has grown too old for this world.
He looks behind him, a host of thousands marches under him command, the war never ends. He looks infront of him and wonders, why do they fight, why do those enemies keep raising arms. Why did those friends he has known have to die. What is their fate now, their remains have decayed into nothingness and seeped into the soil by now. Many he has not even been able to see one last time, they have disappeared in battlefields covered with carcasses, or their remains desecrated by the enemies and their memories ravaged. The war never ends
What is there to his future, is this his last battle. Marius has grown accustomed to being so close to death, it has became normal to him. As he has became an insincere and inconsiderate person over years of hardship. He feels awakened from a state of coma. Years have passed in armor with sword at hand, thousands upon thousands have died, but the war never ends, why do they fight?
The horn sounds and the attack starts