It was dark...

It was a hollow with a gentle slope from the rising sun. The heavenly body was no longer visible behind the lead clouds. The rain had not yet begun, but a thunderstorm in the distance did not give rest to the warriors of Light.
They stood shoulder to shoulder. The wind howled and pierced to the bones, treacherously penetrating under heavy cold armor painted with marks from the blows of swords and axes.
Their eldest, on whose helmet shone the inner brilliance of a golden cross, stood in the center of a small line, peering into the distance. Because of the small hill, the ends of the peak were already visible. If it were not for the thunderstorm, they would surely have heard the clanging of mail, but the thunder interrupted the brooding on their faces.
They were probably on their last fight. They were ready to die, these warriors of light. The truth was on their side, hence their willingness to die for their word and deed. In the minds of the warriors and then flashed memories of the day before, when some of their brothers voluntarily left the ranks of the Order. They did not do anything, because the service is voluntary. Many considered it their man's duty to give the best years to work to preserve order. A lot of people don’t appreciate it.

There was a time when anarchy reigned in sacred lands. Not every adult man, let alone a child, dared to leave the walls of his house in the evening. It was really dangerous.

When the new government came in, there was almost nothing to control. Devastation and chaos, despondency and suffering, grief and sorrow. And then they appeared... the Knights of the Light Order. It was an unequal struggle, because Darkness came, entangled, flirted with the nerves of the representatives of the order. But they survived. And they deserve recognition and honor. They were praised, deified. But it didn't last forever. People have forgotten to whom they owed their peace.
Now they were standing shoulder to shoulder. All in gear, armed to the teeth and loaded to the last scroll available. They were ready to fight back. They could already see the faces, if you could call them that, of their enemies. Special attention has already counted the number of fangs stained with the blood of innocent victims. They're getting closer.

Lightning, thunder. The battle has begun...

give me my cr!!!

The title is exactly like Michal Nikolaich in the famous story

The truth is on their side.
They deserve recognition and honor.

Sprinkle

Is there a section for this topic?!

Hmm...
curiously but...
No, how to say it... here you read, and do not pop up before your eyes, do not have time to immerse yourself in the work. Keep writing anyway.
It is better to do and get a slipper than not to do and then beat yourself up for the rest of your life. . .
If you want to find me, I can give you some advice. . .