@DireRedheart Note: This is his 15-year-old self. This is his perspective. 

I've never heard a roar like that before. It made the trees and the ground shake. I see orgs and demons pouring out of the temple and digging out of the ground. I draw my sword. There were thousands of them, but then again there were thousands of us. Father and Mother were the greatest warriors in our kingdom, we had a good chance. 

Father raised his sword. Mother raised hers. I raised mine. 

"To Battle!!!" He yelled.

We charged. It was like a wave of orgs and demons, a flood of death. I clashed my swords with one org. 

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I don't know how long I've been fighting for. It was chaos. I see people's heads and limbs being torn apart. I see the ground was soaked in an ocean of blood. I see countless soldiers being impaled by axes or spears. I see the demons feasting on the fallen. 

I pant. I breathe. This battle was a brutal one. I have never seen that many bodies. I kill other orgs, but it was like a hydra. Where you cut off one head, two more grow. How many orgs must we kill? I slayed hundreds, but they just kept coming. I hear screams. Of course. This is a war not a holiday. 

I decide to suck it up. I have to make my parents proud. I have to kill as many as I could.