One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Eastern Sondermaji, Crayosia. 

Far to the West of Enverdolmal over the vast Sunder Sea.

Two years before current day. 

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Day five.

It is only day five...

Not even halfway to a flippin' tenday!

I am tired beyond belief. 

The rain has yet to let up, adding only misery and sogginess to our discomfort. 

These Goblins keep coming...and at a pace that seems nearly impossible to match.

We battle them to a standstill.

We drive them off day after day.

And so we shall continue...for as long as our luck and skill would have us.

We are without magic. That which gives them their wild and unpredictable advantage.

That and that alone can explain their unnatural numbers...

Their supernatural durability.

Their unbelievably adept swordsmanship...

They seem to be...Undead? Walking corpses?

After we lay them low that is.

We hit them once, twice, they fall away.

They arise once more the very next day.

Their wounds not healed, their bones still broken. 

I had little time for the shock to soak in.

The Academy had trained us well.

Battle had taught us different.

Nothing could ready you for Hellz

But never such a word was written...

We lost just 10 today though

Might I say though, the sound of a man dying

Is something that will always stay though...

The moon is high, I must find rest.

With tomorrow comes another test.

For my homeland, I will stand and fight.

Even if I should become its one last knight.

Bah, I need not wish ill upon this venture.

We are just getting started. We have taken worse beatings and fell far larger forces than thus.

We will find their Leadership and lay the lot low.

The rest will flee.

I will write more when I can find the time.

These may help me sometime down the line.

Who knows? I may actually make it East to Enverdolmal someday. 

Till tomorrow then.

-B.R. Day 5.