Fact of the entry: Pages are trainee Jalkans... meaning they are pple of ambitions to be Jalkans but not yet one... So they are basically enrolled into the Knight Academy to train to be one... So these Pages will then subsequently be promoted to REN, EEN, GER, ULT then squire then offically to Kinghts.

Clutching Elizabeth tightly, a lone, determined warrior strided into battle, leading his fellow dauntless comrades on a conquest of probable doom. Spears blackened the heavens as one by one, they rained downwards onto the charging benemoth, reducing the approaching army into distorted chaos. But this could hardly douse the fury swelled within the knights whose honorable duties to protect Phyllia proved more overwhelming than any phyiscal and mental torture.

The felonious babarians positioned themselves strategically along the banks of the massive River of Phyllia. Approaching them without any galleys made of logs was an impossible task, one in which the lone Jalkan had to overcome. Braving the malevolent storm of spears, he sliced down trees, so much that a cube of what was actually needed to assemble a make-shift raft was obtained hastily.

As the army of Phyllia Jalkans rowed persistently across the River, the babarians arranged themselves into two inequal squads, the minute one for defending the invaders and the other for assualt with spears. The front braced themselves for impact, while the back launched spears curved at such appalling accuracy to render the attackers helpless in the face of the barrage of strikes from the front.

The clash of the titans. Swords of inequal advantage were pitted against the dilapidated spears of the babarians. The blows from those merely glanced off the heavy plates donned by the warriors. Jalkans dominated over the invaders, valiantly condemning them to the land of oblivion.

The ranks of those delinquents were broken by the mammoth strength of the advancing army. This marvellous development partially fractioned the morale of the enemy. The raining of spears decreased drastically as heroic Jalkans marched forward, in triumph.

The confidence of the retreating army underwent a transformation into that of desolation and fear. Dropping their weapons, many turned to flee desperately, only to be routed by the gigantic champions. The babarians faced a quagmire of indefinite defeat. Gnashing their teeth, the emaciated squad attempted to counter, only to be trampled mercilessly.

All were lost. The invasion that never really took place had ended. Just when cries of victory encompassed the atmosphere, a sudden sinister gloom overpowered it. A huge explosion occurred at the heart of the battle field, crippling the Jalkan army. A enormous, fully functional sophisicated piece of technology stood nefariously on top of a hill facing the army. Cannon. Irate, the army tore after it, demolishing it with such rage undescribable by words.

One by one, the survivng Jalkans trotted back to Phyllia, exultant by the victory, dejected by the loss of comrades. Unfortuenate Knights laid buried eternally under the debris of the war, faded into the fabric of time. But admist the symphony of bliss, who could remember the lone Jalkan who an hour ago, led them courageously into battle. He who never returned. He who didnt managed to evade the incoming cannon. He who remained at the warfront, clutching his Elizabeth tightly.......

An account of the War by the fatally wounded White Knight, who miraculously survived the explosion.... and crawled back to Phyllia

Moral of the Story: If u dun feel like training... at least noe wad's coming out....

Hope me and Elizabeth will pull through all these injuries......