It was war everywhere we traveled. Light years. And beyond. My race was powerful beings that been in a war with a race of people called the lunarians. The olgathans, parisians. We raise children to become warriors. I was asleep on our planet and we have joined other families to end this war of the olgathans a savage race built on destruction and conquering. My race was a race of warriors and we been fighting the lunarians for decades. An ongoing battle that had driven us to conquering our enemy. I was a swift warrior and swordsman that wields a powerful sword of light. This sword strikes foes with a terrifying light that pierces souls and obliterates them into dust. I was in a middle of a war against many and strikes fear in many. My name is Vatririon a fierce warrior from the Vatririans. I galloped on my horse with the sword of lightning and strikes thunder on olgathans. A army was waiting on my signal to blow the trumpets of fire that called down fire to burn any who falls in my wrath. I jumped off the mighty horse the lightrian and flew with mighty wings to soldiers with deadly weapons that smites thousands. The sword of might turned those into fire and turned them into ash. I fought while many vatririans watched. The lightrian flew towards me blowing fire out its mouth. I kneeled and stuck the sword of light into the ground and destroyed armies. “You will perish vatririan.” This one soldier yelled as I stuck him with fire. “Never.” I yelled as I threw the sword of fury and a triple somersault and caught it back. I left many perished and with dread.