Prince Magnus awakens in the ancient stronghold of fort Varanon. The light of the rising sun bids his eyes a gleaming greeting as he dons his battle gear and watches the horizon. In a matter of minutes, he sees them. The silhouetted figures of the King's army, their tall banners and spears penetrating the golden orb of morning light. Even though they seemed so small and insignificant, he knew full and well the vast quantity of troops that would soon be rushing the gates. As he grips his helmet, he takes a heavy breath, clearing his mind of doubt. Of cowardice. The only way he can win this day is by making the few outshine the many, much as the sun itself rises higher above the soldiers in the distance.

Artwork by Doctor of FurAffinity.