Defendium

The knights were all laid back to back. Seemingly, with a shy embrace, they looked at the dawn of the sky, crystal clear. As they gripped their shields, their cloaks wavering slowly as the wind made it's waves through the atmosphere, their humanity seemed to wade in the dark. The time was nigh for something to occur, for revolution to break itself out, and reveal power in it's greatest. Meanwhile, at the highest point of the mountain, where soaring hawks called their home, the general and his followers were beginning to ready themselves. For what though? A war raging for centuries could not reveal anything new? Would the people of this land ever see peace? The general stood in his unecumbered lair, slowly converying military strategy in his mind, while followers paced to and fro, from high tent to outside grassland. The world seemed to be all occupied in this very moment, in this time, at the very place these men and generals were vying the fate of the world. The general had in his mind, all consideration of what the enemy was holding in it's midst. Were they barbarians? Would they be? Is war all but that, and nothing of beauty? This is what the general was thinking, as his large, flowing robe showered the throne. He felt grace, he felt the sighs, the lows, the depression of the soldiers he had to command. It was all in his mind, and he had to do something about it. What he was to do, would eventually turn the balance of the war, in his favor, or the enemies.
"Son, a lamb if you please."
"No, Master, only corn here."
Two soldiers viewed the master commander and his salivatating gut. He had a penchant for food, and his stomache grew thirsty for it. The soldiers looked on as he the master demanded food from the poor family.
"Where is your father? Is he not employed in your production of food? He is to know that I, as the master commander of this army, need to salvage food for my self and my men."
"My father is dead."
"What was his fate?"
"Last week, he was commisioned to sail with the army, and they were ambushed. No one knows anything else. He is probably missing at sea, or is dead."
"I am sorry, but where is your mother?"
The soldiers viewing this constant madness made by the master, began to become infuriated. This infuratiation swept their eyes, their hearts were not content to look any more.
They bustled out of their shadowed tent, and approached the quarreling feud. One, with a beard, strong forearms, and a keen eye for those who take and are big on their pride, marched near the foot of the master commander.
"What are you saying to this little boy, that you can be a monster, and greed more than what you need from him and his family?"
The tension began to escalate, and the general viewing audience of the quarrel began to enlarge. Now all sorts of men, women, and soldiers began to see what was going on.
"You! You filthy soldier, you! What are you to do say in my holy presence, about my own nutrition, my own desire for food? This is not your battle, step down or I will see you banned from this place!"
As soon as any man, woman, or boy could utter a mere word, something else happened. A large furious boom out of the depths of the sky began to appear. This boom loomed on and on, the sound shooting fear into any one human. The clouds started to change color, the appearance, more demonic than a normal day. In this valley, where the men had considered camp all of the two days ago, their evidence of science and logic about a safe haven, was immediately demolished by the sounds of nature blooming discomfort. A woman out of a tent, very old in age, gripping her copper stone plates, and holding them all so weakly, began to whimper, "What is this?"
Then all words and screams began to steer out of the camp, noises, and cries that you would guess were demonic in themselves. Was this a sign of impending war? Had the enemy dealt with the devil, and so the very forces of evil were playing on their side? The camp grew very still, yet the whole place was amuck with chaos. The old age of people began to flee anywhere they thought looked more safe. What was safe though? These people were not scientists, they were not men of intuition about the universe, how could they do anything else?
"What is this madness?"
Even the master commander was shaking. His eyes glued to the sky, as the sky became more of a presence than the whole of the army, of the camp. His military sense became preoccupied, and his fingers started to grip the large sword in it's hilt.
"We are at war! We are at war! Everyone, take cover!"