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The Battle of Adoewin
There was stories of the battle for years after it took place. It was told to the kids to keep them in line. 'The Witches will get you if you are naughty. Behave!' or 'The Witches are gonna turn you into a broomstick!' The sayings went on. It worked too. It was pretty much like the bogey man. But this? This was real. The Witches were real. And to everybody who grew up in those horrible times, they were dangerous. So dangerous that there was a massive war years ago. A bloody war between the Witches, and the Warriors of the Kingdom Of Adoewin. This war went on for years. Both sides lost thousands. Soldiers of the Kingdom being struck by lightning, fire, and several other elements used by the Witches, and the Witches being shot with arrows, burned, and run through witch spears and swords. It was horrible.
Although, since then, the Kingdom has grown stronger, and as the fighting dwindled, it was apparent that the Kingdom was winning, and soon, it was just small bands of Witches and what some called Wizards, roaming around. The King kept up the hunts, sending out a elite group of soldiers specifically made to combat Witches and their spells. The Group was made up of a small, 200 manned force. Mostly full of experienced warriors of the olden ages during the war. But there were a few who were young and strong, and were born years after the war. One of those was a young man called Culvak Amberwood. However, this boy isn't just one of the Army, he was the Right hand man of the King. Basically, his job was to help train the heir to the throne. At first, he would think it was a fun job. He did get to train the Kings son, and get along with the girls that helped around there. Could easily pick up a few if they were not so stubborn and flirty. But as time went on, he found that training the future king is a lot more difficult that he thought. The little squirt swung his sword like it was a dragon attacking him, and he was just a tiny man with no muscle at all. The boy hadn't ever got a hit on Culvak, and it was going against him badly. The king wanted his son ready for combat by the time he was 18. The boy was 16 now. Hardly any progress since his training started over 3 years ago. "Remember Edward, right block after the under hook. You don't want your arms cut off in battle. Won't be any good leading your men while screaming in pain." He would tell the boy. Edwards best friend, Lily, always thought he was going hard on her friend, and actually attacked him a few times with a wooden sword for training recruits. But Culvak always waved her off. The king loved the way he trained. He was pretty close to the King, to the point he could speak the him like a friend. But the King always showed that he was in charge. Culvak was brought up to obey him without question, even if he didn't agree.
Back to present, Culvak just leaving the City walls. He was packed with some supplies that was given to him by a over-protective old woman called Elnora. Culvak may be an adult now and doing his own thing, but since the deaths of his parents, Elnora had been there for him, and he considered her family. Usually he would hunt while out, but he would be getting a cane to the head if he refused. It wasn't too bad, because Elnora knew how to cook good food, and she often disappeared for a few days, probably to get ingredients. Despite his objections to her traveling. She was extremely old from what he's heard. She was still around when he wasn't even thought of. When asked how old she really was, she often just waved the person off, or tried to smack them with something hard. It is one question Culvak never expected to be answered. But if he had to guess she was around 90.
Culvak whistled to himself as he walked. You wouldn't really expect him to be in the military of his Kingdom. Unlike most other soldiers who donned the Imperial crest and colours, Culvak fashioned his own armour, going with flexible leather. He also had his own weapon custom made, going for a smaller sword than the standard two handed long sword that was issued to people of his Rank. He glanced at the sky. It would probably take him around half a day to get to where he needed to go. Sighing softly, he decided to not complain to get on with it.