Kley's POV
"Bang!"
Swords clashed against swords as men died around.
"Dark Squadron defensive position!" I screamed.
My Squadron fell back, their faces compressed with fear.
A soldier's arm came flying off as the now maimed man screamed.
"Billy you coward!" yelled a man from my Squadron.
The little man was sprinting full speed away from the battle.
My first line fell, then a second, then a fourth.
"Fall back! We are defeated!" I yelled as I pulled on my steeds rains.
My men ran as they were hit by oncoming cavalry.
All left but 10 men, blood covered their scared faces.
I pulled a spear out of a man's dead corpse and hurled it back.
It connected with the commander of the cavalry.
He dropped off his horse as the spear cut into his lung.
The cavalry surrounded me, their eyes filled with hatred.
They pulled me off my horse and beat me with their fists.
"Stop, Enough!" screamed a man in a stunning uniform.
His eyes gleamed as if he were full of the powers of millions of men.
The men dispersed and tied our hands together so we couldn't escape.
They lined up the prisoners and started to kill them.
"All men shall be killed except leaders, who will be taken to prison and executed in public." The General proclaimed.
I saw a short man screaming as he was pulled over to be beheaded.
It was the guy who ran away, Billy.
He was screaming and crying, "Please let me go!"
He was fitted with little armor, his face was clean shaven and had little flaws.
He had no weapon, he must have dropped it on the battlefield.
The General drove a sword into the Billy's throat and beheaded him with the twist of his wrist.
NO!
They grabbed me and saw my commander uniform.
Then they cuffed me and put me in the back of the wagon.
The last thing I saw before the door closed was another man being slaughtered, his blood pouring from him like a waterfall.
