Title: Embers from a dying Flame

Pairing: John Cena/Adam Copeland, One sided: Randy Orton/Adam Copeland, Past James Norrington(POTC)/Adam Copeland, Later on Jeff Hardy/Phil Brooks, Wade Barrett/Ted DiBiase, One sided Cody Rhodes/Randy Orton; Etc.

Plot: John Cena is the Commander of his King's Soldiers, before when he went to war and came home, wounded and weary; he had nothing to look forward to. That was until he met Prince Adam Copeland. Adam is in love with John as well, only one problem, his father King Shawn, would have John's head… that is if his older brother and one set to take the thrown; Prince Randy Orton didn't do it first.

Ages: Randy is about 28

John's age will be set at about 26

Adam will be about 18 – 20

Jeff will be around 17-19 (Later on)

Phil is around 16 – 18

Evan is 14

Commander John Cena sighed wearily as he sat on top of his horse which was positioned on the front line. His shield strapped to his back, hand resting on the handle of his sword, ready to rip it out anytime if necessary.

Twenty thousand men stood behind him at arms. They'd been having this raging war for weeks, maybe even months. Commander John was the leader of his countrymen, since he was one of the greatest hand to hand fighters in his generation.

The next greatest fighter sat beside him on his own horse; Prince Randy Orton. "What are they waiting for?" Prince Randy asked looking confused as he referred to their enemies.

"Who knows" Commander John answered as pulled his protective helmet on and grabbed his spear, Prince Randy doing the same. Suddenly their enemies began charging with their spears aimed right at them.

"Men! In your stations!" Commander Cena yelled as he un-strapped his shield, pulling it in front of him. Commander John and Prince Randy rode behind their men, eagerly waiting the opportunity to back them up if need be.

"Archers! On the ready! Release!" Commander John ordered as the archers shot hundreds of thousands of arrows into the air.

Their enemies charged toward them and it seemed as if nothing would stop them, until arrows rained down upon them, killing most, injuring some, while the others pulled back to retreat.

The archers released more arrows as their enemies ran away, the dust clearing to reveal hundreds of dead or fatally wounded bodies, mostly of their enemies, but some of their own. "I think it's enough for one day" Commander Cena murmured as Prince Randy nodded his head in agreement staring at all the bodies.

I've cleaned this up. Finally I know. This is the end of the prolog.