For honor and glory

Here was another one this one a tale of honor duty and perseverance

As a child I was often told by my grandma that I would be a good leader in the future since I was charismatic, and smart for my age. The problem with that is that a good leader is wise, wise to know how to lead his men, and wise enough to trust them. I am not wise. Sure I have those small qualities that make a successful person but I do not have the will or ambition to become someone that great, hell the last time I was anywhere near that position was when I had a group project and took over since no one was doing any work, assigning tasks to do for everyone and finished the experiment.

In this little small incursion to sandman's weavings I was a general. A good one at that. Usually whenever I get to one of these dreams I either feel "full" or "skinny" this was the first time I felt "powerful". I felt taller this time as well, about two inches more setting me at a tall 6'4" it seemed I had trained relentlessly to reach this point of pure muscle but not bodybuilder huge, more practical for battle. Wielding a tall battle axe with a thick handle with a slightly curved edge that was extremely sharp while maintaining this "blunt" aura. Still I was more than just a strong fighter. I seemed to have a gravitational ability to draw meteorite fragments to rain down upon my enemies, granted I could not do so infinitely or consecutively. Having some sort of mental stamina to do so making this ability my Hail Mary every time we need it in battle. I had defended three forts, oddly I remember the names, Fort Cale, Fort Sect, and Fort Redemption. The details of my time there was a blur I remember not having more than a hundred casualties combined in all three fort defenses making it a great success on my name. By the time my course in those three forts I was able to call upon the children of the stars a total of 15 times before any more and I would collapse to mental exhaustion.

The world I inhabited was a "fictional", fantasy even. There were 4 main professions in the army infantry men, mages, archers, and dwarfs.

The infantry men the bravest soldiers we had at any given time. Always facing death but never giving up. I never saw an instance where one of them fled the battlefield, something I took pride on.

The arches seemingly talented on their aim from birth. They could shoot apples out a 500m distances while not the hardest hitting powerhouses the best of the best amongst them were armed with rifles made by the dwarfs or bows from the elves.

Then there were the mages one of the strongest men usually elusive with extreme firepower. Their magic blasts making their enemies mush before they approached. The strongest of mages could teleport platoons of either enemies or our men should their focus shift onto a more "natural" path they either summon elementals or transfigured the enemy into harmless animals. Truthfully the mages were the oddest of the bunch having eccentric personalities due to their arcane knowledge.

The first three categories of soldiers might have seemed obvious but our Dwarf division were men and women of normal stature despite the naming sense, what earned their name was the sheer genius at engineering weapons capable of great destruction and their efficiency at crafting. They could build towers overnight, create crates of bombs and supplies or make defensive positions on the fly. The dwarfs were an important part of the armies. The only issue was the gold they required to continue to operate even in times of war.