Home front battle

For five years you would fend off invaders, your exploits told far and wide as a beast, a monster,... a barbarian. The kingdoms would soon call you the Iron Bear, as no matter what they would hit you with, you always came back at them. This legend came crumbling when the seven kingdoms united under one banner, to once and for all crush our people. Following the **** of your father, and during his mourning, these united kingdoms attacked in full ****.

Like most battles, it was calm before the storm. That day was beautiful, the sky was clear and the sun shined. Yes, all was peaceful, That was before the first wave. Arrows laced with fire rained down on your people and their homes. While smoke plummeted from your small nation, the seven kingdoms pressed their advantage and easily broke through your defenses.

Your homes burned and your people fell, and every time you took one life another would fill its place. After over an hour of fighting realization hit you..... you were the last one, all of your solders, your comrades, your brothers were dead. Eventually your stamina died out, the emotional and physical tole catching up with your mortal body. As your vision began to fade, you could still hear your people, crying, screaming. Before blacking out, the vision of a gorgeous if not sadistic woman fills your view, her body toned and curvy and her hair a fiery red mane. You could only watch as she stood triumph, And with that last vision the world faded to black.