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Ok I decided to fix my errors and post it anyways, I love comments so if you would just take some time to read it and post I would be grateful... Keep in mind this is my first story.
Wilhelm looked into the sky watching the snow fall. It was January the day is not relivant the year is unknown but it is in the future and the world order has unravled leaving chaos and dissarray, the world has slipped back into the dark ages and we are to blame.
Wilhelm was kneeling in the snow amidst a great battle, he had been stabbed four times and struck by an arrow but he knew he would live,
"This isn't how it ends is it?"
His world turned to darkness as he fell over and slid into sleep.
"Awh, don't bother with him he looks like he's just a kid let im die with the rest of the lot."
"But he still breathing, we should at least try to help him..."
"Alright but if he kills you in your sleep I won't go looking for him."
Wilhelm was taken to a farmhouse owned by a couple, Allen and Kim, not to far away from the battlefield and set by the fire while a woman mended his wounds.
Allen and Kim had moved to their little farm a few years earlier in the hopes of staying away from the fighting between the northern group lead by Amis The Cruel and the southern group lead by a man named Hidden. The groups were not fighting over land or because the one group was diffrent from the other, they were fighting just to kill all the others. The northern group was comprised mostly of humans and anthros and anyone else that would join, It was nearly the same for the southern group except that they had the most feared person of them all, Wilhelm.
Wilhelm was a wolf anthro around five foot ten inches tall, weighed around two-hundred pounds, and was trained by the best. He grew up in a little town called Redemption, it was a town full of cast outs and the leftovers that didn't move into the fortresses. His curious nature led him to learn how to use a knife, then a sword, then his axe. He was taught how to use a knife by his father, a chapion knife thrower and swordsmith, he taught Wilhelm all he knew then was killed by the northerns. Wilhelm later left the town to drift from place to place learning what he could but he only stopped when he met a master blacksmith named Hidden. Hidden taught Wilhelm how to forge and how to fight, then one night Wilhelm was watching Hidden craft a axe that was to be his weapon. He cut open his hand and let hte blood quench the steel he then laid it on his anvil and let it cool. In the morning Wilhelm asked him why he did this and Hidden told him it was his weapon so he bound it to himself saying "That axe is now my flesh and blood it is a part of me, an extention of myself."
"Can you show me how to do this myself?" Asked Wilhelm.
"Yes, But it is something you must to by yourself and I cannot help or do."
So they walked out and got the fire going, and Hidden showed Wil how to do it, he then told Wil to do his axe. So Wil formed the blade then the loop for the handle but when it came time to bind himself to the weapon a mysterious thing happened the fire went out, the room fell silent and the only thing Hidden was able to see was a small light tear itself away from Wil and dissapper into the blade.
Hidden got a lantern and found Wil laying on the floor unconsious clinging to the axe that had burned his hands and chest. Two days later Wil awoke in bed staring at the celing.
"Ugh... Where am I and what the hell happened"
"HAHAHA, You bound your soul to an axe,
You crazy [censored], you almost died." Laughted Hidden.
"How did I do that?"
"I don't know that has never happened"
And so Wilhelm's story of violence and retribution for his fathers murder began.
In the winter a year or so later Wil's new home town had run out of food and began starving, the only thing he could think to do was sneak into the Northern's fortress and steal some of their food, so he and 3 other men including Hidden and the leader of the Southerns, Markus, took a wagon across the country side and into the Northern's fortress. They snuck in and were not recognized at first , so they gathered what food they needed from the granery and storage areas and tried to make a quick and quiet getaway however when they got to the gates the soldiers blocked the way.
"Where are you going and what is in the wagon" Asked one soldier.
"We are just farmers out to bring food back to our village..." Stated Markus.
"You know you look exactly like the leader of the Southerns."
"Well we did come from the same village."
"Very well, Archers kill them."
"Oh shi..." Muttered Wilhelm.
The very first shot sailled through Markus because he was standing, and into the head of the other man accompanying them sending blood and brain matter onto Wilhelm's lap. Hidden was shot in the leg after whipping the horses trying to get the food out of the fortress before the gates closed. When they got a few miles away they dropped the bodys into the river and turned to go home.
When they arrived back at the village they found many had died of starvation and all were looking to Hidden as a leader when they heard that Markus was died,
"But I don't know how to lead you rabble"
"Of course you do you are a natural leader"
"Wil what do you think?"
Wil was standing with his chin on his axe looking out at the snow.
"I think you should lead them."
A year has past since then and in that year the Northerns had threatened to kill all the villagers and anyone who stood in their way of getting Hidden and Wilhelm, they later slaughtered a village on the edge of the protected zone that said it was alighned with the Southerns.
"Hidden we need to go after those barbarians and kill every last one of them"
"And how do you expect to do that? Just waltz up to their wall and ask them to come out and play?"
"No I wanna walk up and tell those basterds to come out and fight me"
"You are going to just get yourself killed, why don't you just do them a favor and kill yourself?"
"Why not just tell them to bring their best men and meet us in battle?"
"Just a full blown war huh?"
"Yep"
"Fine we go to war"
So the war began, it started with a few small skirmishes, then a battle, then it turned to a full on war when the Northerns invaded the land bellow the protection line. The two Leaders met in a small tent in the middle of a field.
"Why would you go and do something this stupid, invade my land?" Asked Hidden.
"It's not your land anymore." Stated Amis.
"It was, is, and will be my land and no one can take it away from me!"
"You idiot you will never get out of this battle alive!"
"So if you want war you will get it I'm going to kill you personally!"
Hidden stormed out to deliver the news to his ranks that they would have to kill or be killed.
And so it began.
Wilhelm walked out through the ranks of men and beasts, some were ready others looked as if they would break at the first clash. He knew the odds and so did his commanders, many would not walk away from this battle but it was their sacrifice that would make them heros to the children of the next generation. He watched as Hidden came back to the soldiers.
"He thinks he has a chance. HAHAHA."
"Can I talk to you?" Asked Wilhelm.
"Sure"
"You know as well as I that we can't win this..."
"So we can't, but we can drag them to hell with us..."
"I will miss you old friend." Stated Wilhelm
"As will I."
They left each others company and walked to their positions, the ominus gray of the enemys armor blended with the horizon as the snow fell on them.
"CHARGE!!!"
The command was repeted down the lines of soldiers as each row drew in their courage and ran at the enemy. Wilhelm tried to look after is mentor Hidden, but he kept dissappering into masses of soldiers and bodies. Wil was stabbed as he tried to swing on a group archers, he looped the head off the man who stabbed him then was struck in the back by an arrow that gouged its way through his chainmail and leather. As he tried to get his fellow soldiers to regroup and fight he was stabbed in the back of his leg by a pikeman who had somehow straggled in behind him, He looked at the pikeman sneered at him then started cutting his pike down the center till he reached them man himself.
"What makes you think I feel pain?"
He grabbed the man by his helmet and smashed his face into the cold, hard ground till the only thing he was left holding was a blood soaked, crushed up helmet. He continued cutting through the enemy ranks till he was standing in a little clearing in the fighting where stood the mighty Angos (pride of the Northerns he had a hammer that weighed two hundred pounds and was known to crush enemys by setting it on them) Wilhelm smiled and stared at the oversized meatsack then started swinging, but having lost so much blood from his wounds he missed every time. His world started swirling then he fell to his knees, dropped his axe and stared at Angos.
Angos bent down and whispered into Wilhelm's ear, "I'm going to enjoy killing your master you filthy dog." Then stabbed him in his side and walked away to kill some more.
Wilhelm sat there with a knife in his side, a pike tip sticking out of his leg, an arrow jutting from his chest, and a slash across his leg, wondering,
"What is this all for and when will it end?" Just before the dark encircled him he saw his friend, his mentor, and his master Hidden thrown into the air, blood rushing out of his body he was dead before he hit the ground.
"Is this how it ends?"
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