Your first big battle loomed ahead. You were a young lieutenant in charge of 100 soldiers. You were young and inexperienced but you had a good sergeant. He was patient, fair but firm with the men. He took care of them and they loved him. You admired him and he taught you how to lead. The sergeant told you that this battle, your first real battle, was going to be a battle where magical fire rained down from the sky and monsters you couldn’t hurt would rampage through the ranks until the emperor’s wizards could end them. Many men would die terrible deaths.
Your company was called forward to fight on the front line, and you fought. You fought until the lightning bolt hit your sergeant. It took him full in the chest. His eyes went wide and the helmet was blasted off his head as the top of his skull exploded. Your bowels turned to liquid, and you ran. Your men saw you flee and turned to run as well but they were caught in the fireball and burned. You still hear their screams.