How ever many there were did not matter. It was their skills that determined their victory or defeat. We were out numbered. But we stayed calm. We kept our minds at ease. Fore we knew that they, no matter how numerous, we're unskilled and undisciplined. They were unable to think for themselves when their leaders were cut down, they fled like scared little rats. They were weak. And at their core they were unwilling.
We knew how to defend ourselves. We did not need leaders, but we were glad to have them. Cut off Our heads, and we still had the ability to bite, many times. As the ink dries on this page, so does their blood on the battlefield. We are victorious once again. But we know someday we will be wiped out by something dangerous. By weapons of unimaginable power. But there will always be our teachings. The teachings of the outcasts, the deserters, traitors, the ones that joined against corruption, only to be shunned by the populous. We are................ The Forgotten.
