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Battle of Tsarhaat

The Forbidden Valley

Tsarhaat, the Valley City, was going upon its average day. The hazy afternoon sky was a
crisp blue as the glowing sun was sinking into its mountain-top bed. The clock bell began

ringing as it struck 5’o’clock. Suddenly a deafening bang pierced the air, and a second later
glass shattered all over the town square. Then momentarily one bang turned into hundreds.
The town hall was demolished in minutes, then thousands of bullets, glowing hot, bolted into
windows smashing them. A flying inferno made the sky a swirling red. The arrows pelted
down piercing bodies and houses as hundreds of soldiers rushed in, blades and
warhammers swinging. After a few minutes, the town was already halfway to ruins.

Smoke wafted upwards towards the blood-red sky as smouldering wood planks, shattered
across the ground, tripped people over leading to a fiery end. Speeding bullets fired out of
long muskets puncturing bodies, dead or alive. The bladesmen trooped forward, bloodied
swords and warhammers in hand, no mercy showing on their face but a glimmer of
excitement in their eyes. The general, with a scar running over his eye yelled “Hail Damon!”
as the last traces of the screams were muffled by the cannons. A massacre.

Tsarhaat was wiped out within a day, no traces left. Ever since it has become forbidden to
the Jagra Tribes, and an eerie mist has gathered around it. Now in the midst of the war
between Anjaroth and Jagra, Anjaroth wanted to take Tsarhaat. Considering they thought
that it was wiped out and no one would stop them. That was a mistake. They marched up to

the valley and scouted the area, but a heavy fog surrounded it. So they kept marching
through. Suddenly, a freezing chill crept down their spine, it felt like icy hands running up
and down their skin. A petrifying scream echoed from the flanks; they all turned around in
confusion as the general was impaled by a wooden spear. Blood spattered all over the
sword he was holding as he blindly swung the behemoth of a blade all around him but
somehow the spear just kept driving in deeper. A ghostly horn sounded, causing a feeling of
doom greater than any dread they’ve felt before, taking over the warriors minds. They
crouched in corners, fear corroding their minds, slowly melting their thought processes and
their motor skills. Pale white arrows rained down and pelted the army with bullet-like power
as a shining light appeared out of thin air and an army erupted from it. The army looked like
townspeople holding blades, crueller than any whip or gun. Soldiers left in the fray, confused
and overcome with terror, fled but had their throats slit by what seemed to look like
Tsarhaat’s minister. But how could that be, as he was shot right through the temple in the
battle many years ago. The final shriek went silent after his soul was ripped out and was

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