The General's Sword 

As the storm clouds loom overhead, a man sits at his desk staring at tactical maps marked with incomprehensible scribbles and lines. The raging dark power of thunderstorms begin to crash down upon Koguryo, shaking the very palace foundation. He leans back on his chair and takes a deep breath. He exits his office and looks down over his balcony. As he begins down the stairs from his office, you notice his aged, battle-worn, yet lean physique. His grey locks of hair flow fluidly with each step.

"We'll be heading west, towards the village of Kungsung," states the elder man, clad in Royal Blue armor. "Our scouts have reported a renegade force coming in from the northern and western boarder of the village. Our task is to defend the village and eliminate any threat to Kungsung."

The aged warrior and his company of soldiers head west towards the village of Kungsung. They sky darkens as they approach Kungsung. Winds and thunderclouds beat down on the soldiers relentlessly, continually knocking several men off balance as they journey through Koguryo. They finally arrive at what seemed like a ghost town, doors and shutters securely locked. The man shouts several orders, splitting his force into two units. One unit to hold down the northern border, and another to protect their western flank. He takes his position along the frontlines to the north, his mighty spear in hand. Lightning bolts illuminate the sky, and thunder roars throughout the land. The rain hits hard on the ground and huts, creating an almost deafening buzz.

Suddenly a voice is heard. "General!" screams a soldier. "Bandits! Charging from the north!" Sure enough, a large force emerges out of the fog and rain, charging with their spears. The troops enter their battle stances and engage the enemy. The clash of swords, booming magical artillery and screams create a roar that spreads throughout the village. The General, spear in hand fights along side his soldiers, protecting the village. "General!" screams out another soldier. "The line to the west is faltering!" Breathing heavily, the General runs to the western line. As he arrives, he notices the despair in his troops. They are not only outnumbered, but understrengthed and are beginning their retreat. The bandits enter the village and begin to pillage and burn several huts, while soldiers retreat behind the General. He orders the retreating troops to reinforce the north. "But sir, who will hold the western line?" asks a soldier. "Just go!" shouts the General.

The General, now in an enraged state, engages the enemy. Heavily outnumbered, he uses his spear and magical skills to ward off the enemy. An arrow pierces his leg, and he falls to the ground. His insticts and willpower carry him, and he does not falter, as he continues to slay enemy after enemy. But his efforts seem vain. The enemy has him surrounded as he breathes heavily, with sweat and blood dripping from his face. He digs his spear into the ground and looks up at the sky. The elder man is prepared for the end...

As he looks up to the sky, the clouds begin to stir, and a beam of flames engulf the battle-weary General. The enemy stares in awe, as the red hot beam illuminates the area. A bright flash explodes from where the General once stood. The beam retracts, and thunderclouds reform. The sound of thunder roars through the vilage, the rain continuing its endless onslaught.

To the enemy's suprise, the commander stands where the beam had landed. No longer does he have a spear in hand, but a bright burning blade. The bandits, confused and in disarray, approach the General to attack. The General, now with renewed strength engages the enemy. He slays the enemy, several at a time with his blazing sword. In the distance, soldiers at the north line see bright flashes radiating from the west.

The General continues to fend off the bandits, fighting on pure instincts. "General!" shouts a soldier. The General turns to see his troops coming to his aid. The soldiers engage the enemy, and begin to drive back the bandits. The momentum has shifted in favor of Koguryo. The bandits begin to retreat in fear and cheers of joy can be heard from the villagers and soldiers. The enemy is successfully routed... a total victory for Koguryo.

Back at the Capital City of Kugnae, the General debriefs his worn down soldiers. Several soldiers are severly wounded, yet they remain strong with high spirits. The soldiers stare at the General's blade, glowling softy, as it rests shethed at his side. He returns to his quarters and removes his blood-soaked armor, slipping into his silk robes. He sits at his desk, admiring his new weapon. He inspects it more closely, admiring the craftmanship. "No man ever forged this weapon," he whispers to himself. He then notices an engraving on the hilt. Written in a flowing cursive script, it reads 'He who commands, will control the fire and guiding light, but only if seen fit by the gods.'

The General's Sword will be an everlasting symbol to the KRA. It will be passed down from General to General as a guiding light for soldiers, when all seems lost. The Koguryo Royal Army has survived the worst of times, and no matter the situation, it's Soldiers, Officers and General will lead Koguryo and the KRA to an everlasting glory.


Author: General Nykid