Alex Dreamheart

Death is everywhere. Alex hated it. The smell, the look, the act, all of it. He cursed the old kings under his breath for not trying to be diplomatic before sending the young men to kill each other. Alex was drafted 5 years ago. Due to his far above average intelligence, he soon became the best general in the army. Not that he enjoyed it or wanted the position. He just wanted everyone to stop dying. That's why he's in a particularly foul mood today. It was the day of a major offensive. His army moved on the main encampment of the enemy general. It was long, hard, gruesome, and gory. The worst part was the one-on-one against the enemy general. He tried to disarm, to end it peacefully, but he ended up dishanding. He looked at the severed hand in disgust before turning his gaze back to the general, who looked back at him before seemily accepting fate... But why does he have to keep killing? Who is going to stop him if he spares this neutralized enemy? The enemy general looks back up at him, confused at the unspilled blood. "You're coming with us. Soldiers! Bind this one and make sure there is no chance of escape. There's no need for anyone else to die this day."