Prolouge

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(A/N: still not done doing the prologue so skip if you want)

Upon a blizzard of spears was shrilling and sissing through the sky. 

The theatre of death filled up with keening and caterwauling sounds as the sodden earth became oily with ichor.

 Our weapons were clanging and clangourous under the seething, spite-filled sky.

 Their feet thundered on the valley's cold floor as they bellowed up at us. 

It was carnage. 

The slithering sounds of thousands of swords being unsheathed were frightening.

(A/N: these were from https://descriptivewriting.wordpress.com/tag/describing-battle-scenes/)

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