• My sisters and I stood flank to flank. Our mounts nervous by the excited energy of the soldiers waiting on the battle ground. All infantry were all men, with leather armour, shields, short swords and spears. All cavalry were all women, leather saddles and leather armour with shields only; no hand weapons.

    In the early morning, when it was still night but the moon had gone to rest, we had marched into the Valley of Wallis for our battle today. The Two Kings were in the centre of the battle line, surrounded by their unmounted knights, surrounded by archers, surrounded by the infantry who were protected by my sisters and I at the bottom of the valley. The battle line spread for miles with thousands of men conscripted to make history today.

    Across the valley marched the army of The Black Knight. The Knight was a half blood brother to the Two Kings, and had brought this battle about in his last desperate attempt to claim the throne and crown his mother had tried to pass to him. The Black Knight's army stretched fourteen legions long, compared to our nine legions they looked more well equipped to win this battle. But I could see that they had no cavalry themselves, and if we fought effectively against scattered forces then we would be the victors.

    When I was young, I believed that the best way to win a battle was to go full tilt into the fighting. But now that I am older, I wait patiently for our turn to be sacrificed. The Two Kings and The Black Knight both sent out an emissary to talk last peace. Each emissary came back to report, then met again in the centre of the field. Again, each emissary retreated to their respective side and this time they did not venture back, which meant that peace could not be negotiated today, we were here to fight. Shouts could be heard down the battle line, we were told by a succession of yelling that archers were stepping forward first. The Black Knight's army began to beat their shields, we heard them as though they were rolling thunder out before them to scare us like children. Our mounts were skittish, but their training made them resistant to the sounds of war. The Black Knight's infantry marched forward, slowly so that they did not tire themselves out before meeting us. Archers let fly their arrows in waves. The Black Knight's infantry fortified themselves behind their shields and still advanced, as they reached the centre of the valley our infantry was ordered out to meet them. With spears protruding from their shields, they marched forward and clashed with the enemy with one almighty roar.

    Then came the order for the cavalry to move into the fight. With no hand held weapons, we covered our bodies as well as we could with our large shields. Grasping our saddles tightly, my sisters and I let the reigns fall slack and kicked our mounts into a run. Our ten legions had broken the lines of the fourteen legions of The Black Knight, and now we had no offensive hard lines to repel us. My sisters and I, warriors of The Unicorn Cavalry, leapt into the battle using the horns of our mounts to slice each man before us in half. We rode in flank to flank and used our shields to protect ourselves from the short swords of enemies. Our unicorns were adept at this kind of battle, having been trained very well to rear and kick humans underneath them to be trampled, and using the single horn in the centre of their foreheads to flick and slice a man's gut or thrust forward to pierce through the feeble armour the enemy wore.

    The enemy tried their best to repel us by fortifying their shields, tried to stab at us from a wall of iron, but the infantry of The Two Kings were always beside us and they sacrificed themselves for us. As the day began to go cold and dull, The Two Kings screamed “Victory” over the battlefield. My sisters and I cheered with the men.