A Little Story (Part 1)

This is just a story which I've decided to put up. I'd like to share this interesting story with you but do give me time to get it all out, part by part. The story does have some interesting things to note.

Setting:
Picture a Lord Of The Rings set

Characters:
Sir James - General of an army
Sir Winston - General of another army
Lady Joan - A soldier

Sir James, sitting on his white horse, twirling his sword. His helmet shines in the sun.
His troops, all in attention, standing behind him. They await the enemy.

Sir James: Today we fight. Today we move forward!
Troops: AYE!
Sir James: The enemy approaches. when they're out of the way, we will be home.
Sir James: Are you ready?
There is a sudden silence as they see a large army approaching them.
Sir James: CHARGE!
Troops: CHARGE!

The two armies collide. Swords meet one another, spears thrown, arrows pierce the skin of enemy soldiers.
From the other camp, a cold arrow was shot and it cut through the armour of Lady Joan, a close friend of Sir James.
Upon seeing this, Sir James goes towards her fallen body.

Sir James: Joan!
Lady Joan: Sir... It's the last time I'll fight with you. I've fallen.
Sir James: Nonsense! No one will get left behind! Not a single solider!

Sir James picks her and puts her on his horse. The two retreat to camp, hoping to restore her health. The rest continue the fight and hold the front. Hoping to gain the advantage.

*To Be Continued*

There is more than one thing we can reflect upon in this part of the story.
Think about what we're fighting for - are we even fighting?
Think about what we'd do if there really was a fallen friend with us - would we leave anyone behind?
Think about how people have went away, expecting us to keep everything in order - would we be discouraged? Or would we also retreat?


P.S. Please do NOT continue the story. If you would like to feedback on the plot, leave a message. Thanks.