this is a part of a book that i would like to write. its about a general that is mad about the state of the empire and he wants to fight for the peoples freedom. the general is based on russel crowe of Gladiator. tell me what ya think.
It was a long cold night. The wind howling, blowing with fury. A hard rain washed down, sweeping away the blood and sweat from the soldiers, hard but tired bodies. The long battle on the muddy trerrain quickly diminished the energy of the warriors. "I am proud of you, proud of you all." the general proclaimed. "You all have put your best into this battle. The men that we have lost, can never again be replaced". The general looked over his men with pride. Knowing that these tough individuals have been through hell and back. These honorable peasants fought for the love of their empire, the love for their neighbor, and the out of love for the gods. The general, now dining alone in his quarters, called for his servant. " Marcinus!" Marcinus ran in, assuming something was wrong. "Yes, my lord?" The general looked confused and furious."Why! Why must all these farmers, merchants, fathers, brothers, and sons die for an empire that does not care for them?" Marcinus looked at his lord while he was in a crazed state. "What ever do you mean Hercuas?" Hercuas, drained all of his anger, pounding on the table like it was his worst enemy. "If the people only knew, if they only knew!" Hercuas was incredibly mad for the losses he had taken on the battlefield. "The senate and the emperer do not care for the people. They only care about feeding their own fat bellies. They do not see the peasants that roam the horrible dirty streets. The great city of Condrea, a city of many people. The Condrean empire that reaches the shores of the Itaca Ocean, to the forests of Geraldorf. The corrupted statesmen only see a map of a corrupted world. Through their eyes they only see money or a potential situation for making a profit." Marcinus understood what the mighty general was saying. He too did not know why the emperor would send innocent men into a battle that did not help anyone besides the the already filthy rich statesmen.
It was a long cold night. The wind howling, blowing with fury. A hard rain washed down, sweeping away the blood and sweat from the soldiers, hard but tired bodies. The long battle on the muddy trerrain quickly diminished the energy of the warriors. "I am proud of you, proud of you all." the general proclaimed. "You all have put your best into this battle. The men that we have lost, can never again be replaced". The general looked over his men with pride. Knowing that these tough individuals have been through hell and back. These honorable peasants fought for the love of their empire, the love for their neighbor, and the out of love for the gods. The general, now dining alone in his quarters, called for his servant. " Marcinus!" Marcinus ran in, assuming something was wrong. "Yes, my lord?" The general looked confused and furious."Why! Why must all these farmers, merchants, fathers, brothers, and sons die for an empire that does not care for them?" Marcinus looked at his lord while he was in a crazed state. "What ever do you mean Hercuas?" Hercuas, drained all of his anger, pounding on the table like it was his worst enemy. "If the people only knew, if they only knew!" Hercuas was incredibly mad for the losses he had taken on the battlefield. "The senate and the emperer do not care for the people. They only care about feeding their own fat bellies. They do not see the peasants that roam the horrible dirty streets. The great city of Condrea, a city of many people. The Condrean empire that reaches the shores of the Itaca Ocean, to the forests of Geraldorf. The corrupted statesmen only see a map of a corrupted world. Through their eyes they only see money or a potential situation for making a profit." Marcinus understood what the mighty general was saying. He too did not know why the emperor would send innocent men into a battle that did not help anyone besides the the already filthy rich statesmen.