"Knights," Cornelius shouted, " it is time to divide your territories!" the knights gathered around their chief, eager for a new assignment. Each year, every knight received an area to protect, that way more of the world is under their protection. Lord Montague came forward, and read the assignment list, dividing each knights territories so that they could be near to their families.
" My lord," burn said, flicking this hair away to reveal his red and brown eyes, " do we control the people of our territory?"
" No, of course not."
"then why do we do this"
"For the safety of our people."
"Not good enough." Burn reached for his sheath, and pulled a large mace out. Concentrating, he surrounded the iron ball in a shroud of darkness and lunged. Cornelius, brave dog he was, took the blow head on, and fell.