What happened before it happened

The war concludes

On the mountain, the medics were treating the wounded Knights, Admissions and Citizens, trying to block out their pain filled cries. One of these medics was Hera, who was treating an injured Marshal. Said Marshal had gotten an arrow in his shoulder and had to fly back before he lost grip on his glider

Hera was an experienced medic, so he knew how to get others mind of the pain. And so he said

"So Marshal, what's your name? My names Hera. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

He said, smiling as got a grip on the arrow in the Marshals shoulder. The Marshal grunted before responding with

"My names Razzor.. I ran for head of the citizens union last year... I won it and then I got an offer from the king."

He said, sweating. His shoulder hurt so much, it took all of his energy not to just die on the spot. But he was a a strong Marshal, and wouldn't perish just yet

"Oh, I remember seeing you in the paper and a few of your rallies. You know, quite a few people are a fan of you. You inspired them. Especially us medics. You gave us hope. Just like I'm hoping this won't hurt too much."

He said, and before Razzor could respond, he ripped arrow out of his shoulder. Razzor screamed in pain, arching back Ha shoulders. Blood coated the thin bed he was on, turning it a deep shade of red. Hera acted fast, cleaning the wound and cauterizing the wound, earning another scream of pain from Razzor. He finished it off by wrapping a gauzed bandage around the wound, tying it shut

Hera wiped off his brow, looking at his work. A cleaned wound that was cauterized and sealed off. He would be back in the battle in no time

Razzor, still heavily sweating then told Hera with a smile on his face

"Thank you, Hera. You practically saved my life. I'm grateful."

He said, sitting up using his good arm, but still earning a sharp spike of pain from the damaged arm. Hera smiled back before responding with

"No problem, Razzor. Oh, you forgot something."

He said before grabbing a hat off of the ground and putting it on Razzors head. This earned a smile from the Marshal who thanked Hera one last time before lying back down and getting some rest

Hera walked away from Razzor, his mind wandering far away. He was sucked into his memories, hearing screams, laughing, begging and pleading, everything. And then he heard the death of his friend. He shook himself out of his thoughts, trying to keep his breathing under control. This was likely going to cause some sort of traumatic disorder. He didn't know that though. Nobody did

His attention was taken by the Guardian  Ethan, stood upon a large stone and announcing to the men

"All of you will be under my command for the time being, as Rock and Derp had to go fight a Viking ambush out at Sea, leaving me the only currently combat able Guardian. Now, how many troops do we have now?"

He said, counting them all up. 25 Commanders, 1 Guardian, the rest having gone to assist the High Marshals. 125 citizens, 50 Knights and 15 admissions. They had a lost quite a few troops in that last attack, but he could make this work. For if there was one thing Ethan was famous for, it was having a plan

At the isle of the King, the lord of Bricklandia sat on his throne, thinking of what to do. He looked to his side, seeing an empty throne. Then he looked to the other side, seeing one more empty throne. He thought back to when it was all wonderful. When he still had the ones he held dear. His wife and their son. He choked back tears, putting his hands to his eyes. He remembers their screams as Vmax cut them to bits, him being held back by a group of Raiders. It was horrible. He missed them so much..