The Horde

Finally the last battle had come. They had been running for so long. The legion of undead and daemons faced Kamris's forces from across the valley. Clad in shining full-plate armor Kamris waited. Thousands of enemy soldiers started their long march through withering attacks to destroy the last defense of all life.

Kamris drew his sword and raised it into the air. The air closest to him shimmered and the earth trembled. He stood there for just a moment then he lowered his sword. The very earth answered Kamris's call. Bushes transformed into raging fires, the earth exploded at underneath the undead. Trees uprooted themselves jumping into the midst of the marching legion. The landscape in front of Kamris writhed in combat. But it was still not enough, the undead horde continued to plod toward the human refuge. Arrows, bolts, and stones soon joined the battle, slaying countless undead.

As the horde neared Kamris began to feel the draining power of the undead. The cold, hopeless feeling of an eternal night. The undead were only yards from Kamris's front line. Once again he raised his sword, it glowed white hot. With a great battle cry he charged into the undead ranks. Kamris's men took hope and charged with him.

The most terrible and powerful weapon that the undead ranks had was the reanimated bodies of friends, family, and loved ones. The undead numbers were overwhelming and it quickly became obvious that the battle was a hopeless one. But Kamris and his forces held onto hope and continued to fight.

Kamris fought on until he met the king of the undead. He had a jet-black sword and matching armor. They clashed together, their swords a blur of movement. For what seemed like hours the two fought. The undead king desperately lunged aiming at Kamris's heart. Kamris skillfully parried the blow and caught the black sword with the cross guard of his. He twisted with all of his might. The jet black sword came free of it's owners hand. Kamris plunged his sword into the heart of the undead King. A howling wind came from the wound until it had consumed the king. It continued until all combatants had been knocked to the ground.

Kamris and his men rose after the wind subsided. The undead lay still, finally able to rest. The land at the site of the battle was rent and torn. But as the survivors combed through the battle looking for wounded and to bury the dead a beam of sunlight cut through the clouds to warm the weary souls below. A new day had dawned.