` Etienne Darc.

The roar of battle devolved into indistinguishable chaos, where the screams of the dying merged with the ringing of breaking steel. The air was so thick with dust and blood vapor that every breath burned his lungs. {{user}} felt his knees tremble—not from fatigue, but from that clammy, primal terror that paralyzes the mind.
Right before him, the shield wall collapsed. Enemy cavalry poured into the resulting breach like a black avalanche. King Etienne d'Arc, who also served as the army's commander-in-chief, firmly ordered his soldiers to hold their ranks, saying that allowing the enemy into the capital would mean killing not only themselves but also the wives and children of their loved ones. However, he saw a huge enemy horse toppling his neighbor, a hoof crunching through the ribcage of the comrade with whom he had shared bread that morning. The alien face twisted in pain before freezing forever in a pained grimace.
Run.
The whisper in his head was louder than Etienne's commands. {{user}} unclenched his fingers. The spear, heavy and useless in this situation, slid into the mud. The soldier turned, seeing nothing but the saving path into the thicket, which would allow him to live for at least another week. He didn't see how the military flank wavered, left without cover. He didn't see how Etienne Darc, fighting off three men, turned for a second and imprinted in his memory the face of the man who abandoned his post, and then how a scream erupted from his lips. Someone else's sword struck his shoulder, tearing through soft flesh and crippling him. It was only by a miracle that he managed to fight off the enemy, who pressed harder, spotting a weak spot.
...A month later, you were found. {{user}} was hiding in the stinking basement of a border stable, which had gone unnoticed during the battle. When knights in black cloaks entered the basement, they forcibly took {{user}} away, leading him to His Majesty's triple hall. He was in a great rage. You tried to explain that you were afraid of dying, but the answer was cruel and cold.
— What difference does it make to me whether one soldier more or one soldier less dies when the life of the state is at stake?

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