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"The day that all was still" The sun raises over the horizon of the unnamed continent a beautiful color of orange covered the sky. Boris is laying on a dark green cot inside a small room with nothing in it except a small opened window and a wooden desk. He rubs his eyes gently and looks around for a second. "......Where am I...?" he thought to himself. He starts to slowly remember what’s happened in the last few days. He sees himself laying down on a old dirty sleeping bag next to a dimly lit oil lantern. Suddenly a loud blast of a trumpet playing is heard. Boris yawns loudly and sits up, he pulls a black tattered, black book from his coat pocket. He begins to quickly write in it. " Dear Journal " he thinks to himself "Today is my first day of true battle. Two nights ago we were told of a battle happening near Moravia. Right now were stationed at the North Checkpoint, which seems to be empty right now. Well journal I shall do my best for the City State, but until I talk to you again I must bid you farewell". He then signs his name and closes the book and just as he does that a loud crash is heard as a Kobold stumbles into the tent and falls on top of Boris. Boris is frightened at first, but after his eyes adjust to the light he notices that the Kobold is his best friend Patrick. This kobold was an Irish setters, he had a long slim face with a long neck attaching it. He was build like an ox, and as strong as one too. Boris chuckles softly to Patrick as he helps him up to his feet as Patrick smiles softly and says. "Top of the mornin to ya Boris. Ready for the big battle today?" Boris nodded and replied "As ready as I’ll ever be old friend." Patrick puts Boris into a headlock as the exit the tent. Several hours later Boris and Patrick and standing in the middle of a large mob of Kobold soldiers as they start to march towards another group of Humans guarding the front of Moravia. Once we were within 100 feet of the humans the Kobold general gave the signal for an all out charge. Boris looked over to Patrick gripping his cross bow so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Boris unsheathed his sword, raised in the air and shouted out loudly towards the humans. A flash washes over Boris' thoughts as he skips over to a duel between him and a human using a hand saw for a weapon. The man was an odd fellow with black spiky hair, and as he fought skillfully he would say "hehehehe want to take a bath?" Boris was puzzled at his behavior. As they fought a large shadow appeared over Boris and the man. The shadow now became visible as a ninja dressed in red with a dagger over his head ready to lunge into the back of Boris. Boris turned around but without time to defend against the attack. Just as the blade was about to hit Boris in the chest a body flew in front of him shielding him from the blow. The dagger easily sliced into the body as a scream of pain filled the air. Boris was shocked for a moment and realized the voice of the person in front of him. It was Patrick. After a moment the ninja disappeared as did the man Boris was fighting. Patrick fell to the ground and Boris quickly went to his side in hopes of saving him. Patrick’s eyelids were already half shut as he softly spoke to Boris. "Boris...My friend...It is my time now...You are not to die here....You are to someday become known throughout the kobold world....I was put on this earth for one reason only...and that is to die here." Tears started to flow from the eyes of Boris as Patrick continued "Take the rune from my left pocket..." Boris did so held it to his chest "Now that I am gone, This will be the only way for me to protect you, it is a flowing rune...use it to save yourself as well as others who will need it..." Boris quietly nods and thanked Patrick "Goodbye...Boris....I shall be waiting for thee in the palace above.." a cold breath of air can be seen emit from the mouth of Patrick as he goes limp in Boris' arms. Boris stands up and screams loudly. A soft rain starts to fall as for that moment, all the world was still. There was a quiet peacefulness. There was no battle. There was no more death. Until without warning the man with the saw came up from behind Boris and knocked him out. Boris flashes back into reality covered in a cold sweat, he sits up abruptly and is breathing heavily. He then reaches into his pocket and grabs a hold of the rune. He fondles it for a moment and realizes the grim reality. "It wasn't a dream" he said "Patrick really is gone". A knock is heard as a female kobold dressed in a nurses uniform enters the room. "Oh good your awake" she states "If your feeling all right Sir Wizen I’d like you to come with me, there is some very important people waiting for you outside." Boris sighs deeply, stands and follows the nurse out of the room. She leads him down many hallways until they reach a large room covered with red carpet. He steps into the room as a great sized crowd starts to cheer. Ahead of Boris is a Kobold general holding a wooden box. Boris approaches the Kobold. "Kneel Sir Wizen" he said in a strict voice. " Sir Wizen, for almost losing you life in battle and for showing great courage, I award you a Purple Bone, and the title General Wizen the Second." Boris' eyes became aglow with pride and happiness. "You may now stand General Wizen..." Boris stood and walked out of the room as the crowd cheered him on. Boris immediately returned to his sleeping quarters. He closes the door behind him and collapses onto the green cot, trembling with pain and happiness he pulls his black book from his coat pocket. He begins the furiously write in it. "Sometimes your life gets so distorted that you can't see the contrast of white on white. Blood, spit, anger, flesh. money, rage, fear, love.... Then you step back and laugh. I mean really laugh -- hard. Like a warm breeze has washed over your body cleansing you of any guilt and fear you might have had in the past. You then realized how utterly meaningless this all is. Your mind is now clear. You now know that the war against yourself has come to an end. Nobody has won, nobody has lost. Silence.......
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