The weather was tense as the feelings of the soldiers themselves.  The sky looked like it could unleash an unholy storm at any minute, and no one wanted to be caught out in that.  But also no one wanted to be the first to charge into what could be a suicidle attempt on an enemy base.

    "Father, we must not attack, it will end in a slaughter." A soldier said to his father who as heading the army.  The father just looked at him then back at the castle that stood before them.  For another 10 minutes nothing happened, until one soldier, who was sick of waitng, and charged out of the ranks towards his death. The army behind him shouted for him to come back, but then snapped shut as the gates to the castle opened up infront of the soldiers.   A wave of wolf like beasts poured out of the opening and made a dash towards the lone soldier, hunger in their eyes. 

   "umm...guys" He stuttered looking behind him, only to see a empty valley.  "Guys" He started to run away from the wolves but soemthing peirced his back.  Feeling warm blood flowing down his spine, the lone soldier reached around to see what had hit him, finding an arrow penetraiting deep within him.  Falling to the ground, he wondered what happened to the army he had come with, where had they gone.  Then, suddenly, weird memories flowed into his mind.  He remembered walking out of the gates of his home city alone, wearing full uniform.  Of him standing infront of the enemy castle by himself and talking to thin air that he thought was a teammate. He had gone here alone, there was no teammates or army to help him out.  These thoughts came though his mind as his life slipped from him as the blood he lost mounted even greater with the wolfs tearing at his back.