The Tide of Total War

The March

 " *Cough* *Cough* " Wheezed a tall, skinny, white man.

"Ah!! What is it now Alcred!!" Boomed the King of an empire called The Meldrion Empire.

" *KHMPHF* nothing, nothing, sire Aeghard ..." Responded the tall man Alcred as he marched along with the rest of the well armored army down the tall, humid, forest.

"Well then, SHUT UP AND FALL IN LINE!!!!" Commanded King Aeghard from the Meldrion Empire, on his golden horse clomping along the dirt trail.

Alcred was, what you say..... Allergic to humidity, and even thinking of the concept of humidity would make his lungs swell up a little. It's not a real good thing to have when you're in the army. Alcred tried his best to hold in all of the mini-explosions from his throat in, which would make him a little woozy and lightheaded, but nothing new for him after all the extreme conditioning the army had to do.

The walk was jagged and silent, except for the small murmurs of the king and his advisers about how easy this fight for the capital will be. After a huge while of marching, which felt like 12 hours, they found a whole of white, blinding their eyes since they have been in a dark, musty forest for weeks. Almost everyone gasped an "Ah" in pain from the knives of the sunlight piercing their eyes.

" Set up camp troops!!" King Aeghard blasted with his brown eyes dilating, with the widest smile Alcred has saw, and his bushy beard waving in the wind, "Its time to finally put an end to this weak, dispensable, nation."