THE WILL TO SUCCEED
                            written by the incredible editq

It was a time of chaos and kings, horrible deeds and heroes. And they needed a hero. 
They were an army, an army that was losing. There were clashing swords all around, 
arrows whizzing through the air like birds, and the root of the problem, the evil king, Zamorin.

It started out a couple months ago, when one of the land’s greatest kings had just 
defeated an enormous army. The king had taken over the enemy land, and had multiplied 
his kingdom’s population by quite a bit. Then he thought, “why settle for just that, 
I could rule everything, everyone would bow to one name: Zamorin!” And he did just 
that. It was a long conquest, but he soon ruled nearly every kingdom. It was easy, 
though, for many of the other kings trembled at his army and surrendered. 

Then, things changed. He came upon the small land of Pradia. The people of Pradia 
did not wish to be ruled by Zamorin. Zamorin was not happy with that. For throughout 
this entire campaign he had not hurt a single civilian, razed a single building, or 
done damage. “But”, he reasoned, “it’s such a small civilization that no one would 
notice if I just burned it to the ground. When he tried to burn the first village 
down, though, the Pradians fought back with unexpected force. They would not give 
up the land that they had turned from barren desert to beautiful meadow without a fight.

So Zamorin marched in with his army and slaughtered all the people in a nearby 
village. That, night though, the Pradians snuck in and poisoned some of Zamorin’s 
army’s canteens. And this exchange of treachery sparked the war. The war that Zamorin 
was winning. The Pradians would have lost already, if not for their heavily defended castle.

“Go, Men! We must seize the castle, then we can win!” Zamorin shouted as he decapitated 
a Pradian soldier. He dodged and dived, leaped and looped, until he was near the castle. 
“Archers! Focus your fire on Zamorin, before he reaches the castle!” cried a Pradian 
officer over the clamor of metal against metal. Seeing the arrow coming, Zamorin pulled 
out his shield to block them, only to find that it was on fire. 
“Curses”, he exclaimed, “Look out, Men, their using flaming arrows!” 

Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over the Pradian army as they beheld the incoming siege 
towers. They felt like wheat and with the towers as scythes. Then, before they could react, 
the towers were upon them. Drawbridges came down, and enemy soldiers came swarmed into 
the castle like locusts. Arrows came down like rain, nay, like hail. But the Pradian 
general, General Julius, had a plan that would thwart Zamorin once and for all. 
He was talking to his junior officer, Will, for no one else was close enough to help with his plan.

“Ok, Will here’s the plan: all the soldiers have left one of Zamorin’s siege towers, 
and we’re going to sneak in to steal it. There should probably be no more than two guards. 
Then, we take it away and go to where the main fight is. Once there, we shoot the 
ropes holding the battering ram, the battering ram falls, and the siege tower collapses 
on top of Zamorin.”, General Julius stated.
“A-a -are you su-sure, Com-commander?”, Will stuttered.
“Of course I’m sure, now lets go”, General Julius said in a reassuring voice.

But on the way there, a stone missile struck the wall. The wall that General Julius 
was walking on. As he fell, though, he grabbed on to part of the wall that was intact 
in order to save himself from plunging to his death.
“Will”, he called,”pull me up, quick!”

But Will was busy battling off an enemy. Fortunately, however, a Pradian soldier was nearby.
“You there, pull me up”, The General called.
“Before I do that, General, I have one thing to say” ,He said as he placed his foot 
on Julius’s hand, “ I’m spy of Zamorin.”

And with that, he pushed Julius of the wall, where he plunged to his death. Will 
saw this, however, and was overcome by rage and fury. He yelled something incomprehensible 
and killed the soldier that was nearby, then ran forward and plunged his sword straight 
into the chest of the spy. Triumphantly he pulled the sword out of the spy’s chest. 
It made a sickly sound. Then he looked around him and realized that the Pradians were losing. 

The Castle had been overrun; he saw his friends and family dying. Then, he knew what to do. 
In a mad frenzy, Will dived off of the castle wall, held his word straight down, 
and plunged it into Zamorin’s head as he hit the ground. In minutes, the Pradians had 
nearly defeated the remaining soldiers, for they were nothing without Zamorin. 
And that day the war was won.