This is the first chapter of my unnamed series that takes place in the lands of Angar, and as such is quite important. This is my very first literary work, and I have been writing and deleting pages for a long time, as such, I decided to upload my first chapter, and I hope you will soon share the delight I have in these tales!
The darkened winter
In the frozen, hidden mountains of the frozen northern nation of Hadial, arrows, swords, shields and spears strike each other ceaselessly. Amidst the war cries and the sound of broken bones, a voice is heard:
And, in less than a second, the dust settles, to reveal a mighty army, which, at their feet, can be found several training dummies, disfigured, severed and brutally shredded to pieces.
- Dolls! - The general yelled - Dolls!!! - Repeats the general, making all soldiers go back one insecure step - Is this what we are fighting for?! Is this what we are dying for?! Do you believe we are dying in a war against dolls?!
-No sir. ! -an