It was a dark, stormy night when we stormed the Castle Vandermore. The wind was picking up ever so slightly in the time that we waited. My troops and I had been assigned to take over the castle in a step to defeat the infamous Lord Mar. In this war, we were fighting not only for the freedom of nobles and such, but for all the people of Scotland. That was a thing that hardly ever happened. We waited in the forest surrounding the tall castle. Then came the signal. It was meant to sound like the growl of a bobcat, but we understood what its real purpose was. I held up my sword and my men and I marched forward. I approached the castle swinging a grappling hook so I could climb the walls that loomed over us. Many of the others did the same. Upon reaching the top of the wall, I was startled to see that no one was there. It was perfect timing for an ambush. We held our ground, our swords poised and ready. Then it came. The loud thunder of voices and trampling feet. In the minutes that followed, many men fell. I could not see through the haze of battle which ones were which. I could only hope with each swing of my sword that we were winning. When at last I looked up, I saw him. The one we'd been after the entire war. The evil Lord Mar. He wore the traditional armor, but on his chest was the emblem of destruction, a fire-breathing dragon. We stared at each other, and his was a glance of pure hatred. I'm sure mine was also. "So, the little Ralcone has decided to fight in a real battle. It's a shame that this one will be your last!" "More likely it will be your last, Mar." Our swords clashed, and yet I only heard the sound of our two weapons. I focused my rage into the battle. I knew that it would be now or never. The man that had murdered thousands, including my father, had to be stopped. I had to win, or die trying. "You are weak, and yet you fight on. Certainly you deserve a spectacular death for that." Then he pushed me to ground. Mar looked at me and smiled. "It seems like you father was in this same precarious position when I last saw him. Oh, well. Like father like son, I supp-" I clutched my sword with all my strength and knew that finally, I had won. As Mar fell to the ground, he spoke a few haunting last words. "This isn't over, someday, I will be avenged." Then he spoke no more. His army, in noticing that their leader was dead, turned and retreated to the woods, using our own grappling hooks as a means of escape. We had won! As the cheers went up, the rain came down to cleanse the battlefield. But I could only imagine what Mar had meant by saying that he would be avenged. I looked into the darkening sky, and knew, somehow, that the darkest days were still ahead.