 nd so our war began. I have no doubt that it
was a war that is not recorded in history books, that is
not told by the fireplaces to young children before they
go to bed. IN many ways, it was a private war, no-one
knowing we were there, no-one knowing the sacrifice we
were making, no-one supporting us, no-one helping us. We
fought on Faith alone, and Faith alone sustained us. Our
Faith gave us Food, Water, Shelter, Strength, and
everything else we needed during that bleak time. Our
Gods were very near the entire time, lending us their
strength, aiding us in our endeavours. But even with
their help, we were no match for the might of the Dark
Mages. After all, we were only twelve, against a vast
army. |
 ne by one I watched my companions fall, each
death more horrible than the next. Each time, the
remaining priests tried in vain to save them, and each
time, they were fruitless. Slowly the Twelve True Priests
dwindled down to eight, then to five, each day bringing
new perils as the Dark Mages realized our potential and
turned their full attention to us. The Mages chiseled
away at our Army, weakening us. But to the end, not one
of the priests lost their Faith or turned on the other
eleven, though some of what they experienced must have
tempted them. |
