Chapter One: War With the Iroquois
Atile Hosnia stealthily moved across the land with the rest of his regiment, steel swords gleaming as they quietly advanced on the Iroquois capital. Atile shivered with fear, even though he seemed to be perfectly confident. Atile was scared beause approximately 10,000 of Germany's finest troops had marched upon the same soil he had throughout the past five hundred years that this dreadful war had lasted. And each troop had in turn met their fate while attempting to attack the Iroquois capital, and kill Hiawatha (By the way, this is regicide victory, so killing Hiawatha means defeat for the Iroquois). For some odd reason, each time the superior German archers and swordsmen had attempted to take the city, the courageous spermen of the Iroquois had emerged triumphant. Oddly, the only defenses were meager fortifications that didn't match the perfected walls of the German capital. Atile was puzzled. But, his fear was greater. He feared that like his father, grandfather, and great-grandfahter, he would fight and die in this battle. He had little time to worry about that though, as the capital city was less than three miles away. Soon, the battle would begin.
Atile's heartbeat was now faster than ever. He knew that if he wasn't courageous, the enemy would take advantage of that and kill him. But, he couldn't stop his immeasurable fear. The army, which included archers, swordsmen, and a few hundred spearmen, was now only a mile away from the Iroquois city. The Iroquois were obviously aware of this, as spearmen lined the now somewhat visible streets. Candles flickered in windows, slightly illuminating the city. As the city drew ever closer, Atile found that a strange sensation was coming over him. His fear was becoming oer come with, could it be? yes, his fear was becoming overcome with courage. As the courage mounted, his confidence grew with it. Just as his peak courage and confidence was reached, an explosion of sound emanated from his right. It took him only a moment to realize that it was the newest edition to the German army, musicians. These newfangled instruments, called fifes and drums by their inventors, gave out orders to the troops by what music they played. The current instructions were to let out the war cries and begin the charge. The order was immediately obeyed. The German flag, which looked like the modern day French tri-color, fluttered in the air as the drums began to beat faster and the fifes began to play higher notes. And so, the chareg began...
I think I might be able to get screenies through "paint"... I'll convert to jpg.
Oh well, I have screenies now. 
