I stood on the wall protecting the kingdom. I looked over the field knowing a war was about to happen there. The others had left to get help from allied kingdoms so right now I am with the few that stayed to help. As I looked over the field a slight breeze blew over the grass. It's so peaceful... hard to believe what it's about to turn into. I stood with my hand on my sword. The sun was beating down on my face and a drop of sweet formed on my forehead. It went down my face and dripped off my cheek. I wasn't about to break formation and concentration in front of the others. We may be from a small kingdom but we are still highly trained in our chosen field of war. The archers were standing in the towers and the wizards/witches were off to the side enchanting the wall so it will hold longer. We could hear the marching off in the distance. It's only a matter of time... I felt nervous now that they are close enough to hear. We already knew they outnumbered us about 7 to 1.