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This IS a chapter from my book that I am attempting to write called Battered Scrinlon. Its abotu a son who was neglected by his own father, and shoved out into a world of dangers on his own, He then found his way to a rebel Kingdom and in future time was proclaimed king, By that time his father and his three cousins now converged on Vilos's kingdom. He must now fight his way to glory or go down with his kingdom.

Theme song for my whole book: http://youtube.com/watch?v=2qHyHsNASGs
Secondary song: http://youtube.com/watch?v=vAYI2UrvxEo
Thrid Song: http://youtube.com/watch?v=yI9KKAXQ_0U

(( MInd the starwars, and the second one video only the music))

Please enjoy and I knwo I may have errors in this but its a roughy. ^-^

Mondu 13, the 17th era:

The eve of the storm as some said was always breeze, but this was not to Vilos. He layed in his tent as he pondered upon how to fight this campiang with already a toll upon is now entrenched, and surrounded army. He could hear his fellows as they stood post muffleing the words of deaths, and surrenders, But all he shoved in the back of his mind to not bother him as he tried to get some rest for his rival would be amassing upon his encampment. He then sat up realizing that he would never cease to rest in the heavenly clouds. He then grabed his cloak and sword then sat up and walked outside as he inhaled the sothing area that drifted from the near by ocean. He then began to walk about the ramparts, and then looked out into the darkend feild greeted back by an ominous silence and twinkles of small flashing lights in the distance, marking the enemy encampment. " So my legie come out for a view of our ever growing enemy, or is it the fact that we are ina bottle neck that is troubleing your mind?" said Vutoli as he stood frim besides Vilos. " yes indeed this bottle neck situation is most troubleing indeed, but Im am yet surpirsed that we have lasted as long as we have." said Vilos as he turned to face his estimed captain. Vutoli was a stern man of sorts who stood a far 6'1 tall, and about 156 pounds. He has led several sucsseful campaigns, and then found himself along side a king defending his country from three noble tyrrants. " Ah well I do have some news, The Noble king Gilus has thrown in the whit flag, and has retreated back to his castle in the Fitolu Mountain range. So that at least gives us an opening unless the other two spread there armies wide enough to trap us agian." said Vutoli. Vilos Laughed as he then turned back out to the filed. " Buy yet even though we may have a gap, were in for one heck of a rough night." Vilos said as he stared into the twinlkes in the distance that began to move forth. " prepare the men for combat." whispered Vilos. He then Gazed out as the distanced lights seemed to dance about as the movement of its shadowed figuers slowly advanced on the now entrechend and nearly surrounded army.

Day light struck down upon the battlement as archers and spear milita lined in for mation preparing for the long gurling battle that stood waiting for them. In the distance Trebuchets and Monganols where being set up and eployed in order to weaken the battle ments of the enemy and force them to hope fully surrender, But Vilos came prepared and had forced his men to sdig tunnels to ecape the heavy bombardments. Then in the distance the horns of the enemy rang loud and hard. The fate of the kingdom now rested upon the lone king shoulders as he was now forced to fight 3 opposing armies, that out numbered him 3 to 1. He didnt like the odds, but his men were hardy an though trainned warriors that were taught to fight to the end and never give up or surrneder. The ground shook as the advanceing enemies marched forward in attempt to end this conflict. Controlling the main opposing army was Vilos own father, Ruthiolus IV and he was intent on destryoing his rebellious son. " Vutoli!. Prepare the archers for the fisrt volly of arrows!" creid Vilos as he drew his sword out in hand. " My men my brave men. Today is the hour in which our wits will be tested Over there beyond that ridge lies and enemy far more in number than our own, But we are Brave fearless warrors! We will all die before we surrender! No shake the world with your voice and wrap a fearful vile around the enemy! Ita-Mosila Forgato!" Cried Vilos as the men around him broke into a cry that could be heard form the seas and the tallest mountains of the region, and the on comming enemy now knowing that there rebelious enemies are intent on not fleeing. Then Vutoli gave the signal and with in a split second the first wave of arrows soared through the air as the enemies quickly scrambled there men into formation and then raise there sheilds. The arrows sturk few fell but as soon as the first was done another wave replaced its dimise. This time many fell men crying from pain off an arrow jabing ther chest and they felt cold and lifeless as the laid ther dying upon the grass. Vilos grinned as he new many would nto die before they reached his battlements. He then Signaled his Bastilla crew to fire the rounds into the enemies flank to drive them inward. He hoped that this would work. Then with out warning the enemies ranks broke and started to madly dash towards the battlements. behind them ladder men and a battering ram. then In the distance the roar of Trebuchet and Monganols fire could be heard. " Brace for Impact! Brace the Gates!." Cried Vilos as he watched the now falling objects crash donw onto his me and his walls. The ram now made its way to the gate house as the second volly of frie came form the Monganols and hitting all around it. Then More units broke rank and this time they were archers. They stoped then fired into the base " Sheilds! sheilds!" Cried Vilos as he ran to the front wall defense to help the now almost over runned men drive off the enemy advanceing up the ladders. Screaming, death, arrows, rocks, clash of swords and the bang of sheilds could be heared through out the encampment. Vilos clashed sword with sowrd, slashing then dodeging . His sword mark was percises and on the mark. He was inter locked witha commanding officer as they sturglled with heavy and fast swings each time they failed to hit, then vilos aimed true with might and punctured the officers heahrt as blood bursted forth from him as Vilos jerked his sword out of the mans body. He then yelled " Catipluts! Fire!." then catipluts disguesed as tents came into veiw and began to hit the now messhed army out in the feild.