An excerpt from a story that doesn't exist.
"Where are we going?" said Lieutenant Steffar, in despair. He was one of the highest and most trusted officials in this army.
"Lieutenant..." Sergeant Thomas replied. "I feel we are in enemy territory. This war has gone on too long. How many elementals are with us?" The duo had decided to lead a mission, but an enemy strike had led the two, along with the few elementals left, astray.
"We have 8 elementals. I don't know if we can leave alive, without our comrades." The Lieutenant mourned. "I pray to Lord Zanzarino they're okay. We lost a measly 6 elementals to the enemy strike, but the threats of disease and fatigue have claimed 86 elementals. We are doomed if we can't find General Arito, doomed!"
"Cheer up, Steffar, we've got your back." An elemental said, followed by 6 more elementals nodding in agreement. "There are people that still love you out there, and we'll take down the tyrants who've decided to seal the Sages of Light and execute their priests."
"I should trust you more, all of you..." Steffan sobbed, letting out a few tears. "Let's take down this enemy together!"
"ALRIGHT!" The army of 10 decided to look for their friends in arms, conserving whatever resources they had, and leaving all of their bad memories behind like the dust.