Prologue

"Are we gonna make it?"

"Probably not."

"What was I thinking asking you that?"

"Do you want me to lie?"

"No, I prefer it when you give it to me straight."

"We are definitely going to die."

"Maybe not that straight."

"Haha, then let us try and not die this night old friend."

"And if we do, I will see you in the next life."

"And I will see you."

Mounted on battle-weary horses, their smirks were visible through their heavy iron helmets. The two knight commanders nodded to each other in a final acknowledgment of their friendship and the shared path that had led them to this moment. Their hearts filled with a surge of bravery, overflowing into a thunderous battle cry that built into a feverish crescendo alongside the soaring roars of their men. These were the last few hundred knights under their command, now galloping side by side towards an army of thousands. This was to be the final battle in what would later be known as The Great War.