Application for story writer - long read

Heres my resume for a position in a cinematics team. I love to write and I can make really interesting stories. I also do terraining, but thats my secondary feature. Heres the story, its a little long ; hope you don't mind me posting here...

Forgotten Wars


The day shines bright with rays of light. . . The treacherous evil has been banished from
this land and the world can now be free once again. The ruined cities have been rebuilt.
The scarred lands remain scathed, but their roots will heal in time. Old hatreds are
beginning to weave into trusts, old wars are beginning to form into peace. Heroes take their
place in the ranks of myths; the dead have sacrificed for the living. But what of the
warriors that are forgotten? What if the greatest heroes are never remembered? For whom was their sacrifice: a race of ignorant and stubborn humans? What happens when legend
becomes myth, myth becomes bed time story and bed time story becomes nothing? The dead
are forgotten and mortals take their lives for granted. The war they fought meant
nothing to these people! Their sacrifice for humanity was laughed at and then forgotten!
Yes. . . the time to let these people know what war is has begun. The Hall of Legends
arise and their hatreds toward their scarred names has reached its peak. These Forgotten
Heroes take vengeance on the lives lost and unremembered, they bring what they fought
so valiantly for years ago to the lives of the innocent! The lands will once again be
scarred; armies once again will rise; cities will fall and death will plague the world.
For the Forgotten Wars have come and the Heroes will take their vengeance!

Rise of Legends

There is a place called the Hall of Legends. This place rests in the souls of people, created by the hearts of mankind. It is how the people remember their heroes from battles long ago. Heroes who stood up to challenge fate, bravely fighting impossible measures and succeeding in wiping out evil from the lands. Heroes who died honorably, died while fighting for their people! Great castles have fallen and many people have died, there is nothing people can do about the death but one thing - to remember and honor the people who did die so they can rest knowing what they fought for was right. Great legends such as Uther the Lightbringer, Ogrim Doomhammer, and Illidan Stormrage all have died for their own causes and their people pray for them in the after world. But what about the heroes that are never remembered. Stirring and tossing in madness, these forgotten heroes rage in madness because they fought for nothing! Eternal damnation in the Halls of Legends with nothing but silence . . . an eerie silence that would make the most powerful knight go mad.
Since the war of Hydras End, the people have basked in so much joy that they have forgotten of the actual war. Their happiness and joy has overwhelmed everything they remembered. The evil that has tortured the land has been removed and never to come back again. While the light shines at this era of time, the Forgotten Heroes have been ignored and now the people have taken their lives for granted, being sure of themselves that they would lead a happy life. The Hall of Legends is now a circle of hate and despair, the time to take vengeance on the people who have turned their backs on them has come!
The Forgotten War has come!


The memories of heroes have faded within the people. The very walls of the Hall of Legends are caving in! Pillars crash and great monuments crumble! On the other side is each heroes body - every single corpse that has fallen in battle have now arisen once again, to fight a war against the people they once fought for! Now delved in madness, these once legendary warriors take their rightful vengeance on the world and teach the lesson that is no to be forgotten! Either remember the battles fought or suffer the wrath of ghosts!

Preparing for War

The world has been split into 2 factions - The living, careless, people of the present, and the maddened ghosts of the past. Armies have been raised, but the living stand no chance against the battle hardened warriors. This is not a war between the good and evil, it's not a war between petty differences, it is a war between the forgetful and those who have been forgotten! Let loose the tides of war once again and may the world be thought a lesson in what legends are really made of. Let the world know that battles are fought and people die, not to bring more war and hatred, but to bring peace. The only true way to peace is through war and death. The holy will not be forgotten, life will not be taken for granted, and freedom shall not come without responsibility!

Developing Storms

The world is in shock. The ghost armies stand still, rigid, ready for vengeance. The opposing armies are shivering at the sight of the ghastly figures. Orcs are ignored by the Legends, the orcs have always been a spiritual race that remembers its legends and pray for them every chance they get. Humans, on the other hands, are the ignorant ones. Always being proud, stubborn humans, they have ignored their ancestors and taken greed in money and wealth. Humans are the ones that will receive punishment! Poised at the brink of brink, humanity stands shivering while the Legends rush steadily toward the cowardly humans. The Legends give them no sympathy and slaughter them where they stand, like cattle. Mighty sorcerers have thought of plans to stop them, something that could turn them away. But to no avail. They know little of even why these warriors attack them now. All they know is that they were once them, once proud warriors of the Alliance.
While raiding towns, the legends constantly ask them if they remember us. Yelling ; "Do you people remember our warriors!? Do you pray to us at night for your life, for your freedom that we fought valiantly for? Do you write about us in books, paint our portraits in pictures, tell your kids of bloody battles once fought on this very land?" When the victim denies knowing anything about them, he is slaughtered where he stood. Crazed, the Legends fight horrible bloody battles, defiling the lands and torturing great kings. Looting the villages, ravaging the women, bringing down great castles made from the gold earned with no respect to the people who gave them freedom.

Catastrophe


Humanity is taking its toll for carelessness. The world is in shambles and survivors hide in the last stronghold of Phaseward. Legends organize and prepare to wipe out the countless innocents and teach humanity its final lesson. As armies approach the gates, the skies fill with fire. Raining down from the skies, huge demons, infernals from the last wars, armies of undead, armies of Chaos orcs, armies of hell itself. At the peak of humanities last chance, Hell intervened! Stepping through the shambled walls of the Hall of Legends, Hell also resurrected its forces and prepared a war to take the world! Hell also had legends - Mannoroth, Sargerus, Kel'Thuzad, Arthas, and countless others that fought for the Demon Lords command. How could the Legends not have seen this! They were such fools! With the hope of humanity diminishing and the consequences Light would take for letting them rule supreme, the Forgotten Legends turned around and faced Hells forces. Standing from atop Phaseward's scouting tower, it was like looking down on the motionless forces of Light and Dark. Both forces had equal advantages, both willing to die. And then, as if signaled, the forces of Forgotten Legends and the forces of Hell rush toward their doom. . .


As if reinacting the war of Hydras End, the forces of Light fought valiantly with their lives. Swords and shields raised above their heads, they fought a battle never fought before. Unlike traditional battles with fleeing sides and fear among everyone, each faction faced each other with hatred and pain did not exist for them. Every great champion from past centuries had arisen to this battle and this single battle was like all the wars ever fought in the history of the world tied up into one gigantic battle. Numbers dwindled for each side. The battle was being lost to no one, nor being won by anyone. Great champions of light and evil fought each other one on one. The battle was inconceivable. To a person watching it, it would seem like the edges of Heaven and Hell, and the gates were torn away. Always, forces decimating each other, but no one seemed to gain an upper hand. Just death, and more of it. Days later, the forces were completely wiped out. Completely, except one man . . . and one demon. Like a duel, they stood there, waiting for the other to make a move. The proud, tall knight waved his sword around, taunting the demon. His armor was impeccable; shinning in brilliance like there never was a battle. The rays of light still left in the area seemed to beam down directly on him, as if an angel. Yet the demon was still there, attracting the darkness around to him. The demons white fangs shown and grinned. His battle axe steady as rock. The demons thirst for blood was running impatient. The knight's thirst for justice, too, was running impatient. Flashes of lightning struck down, thunder roared. The sky black as death, rain white as life. The demon's huff of breath signaled the knight to charge. Galloping, the hooves beating the hard dirt beneath. The demon, charging swiftly, battle axe at hand. The knight still charging, unafraid of death. The two neared, closer. Then, in a matter of seconds, they collided. The knight swung his sword and lopped the demons head off, but not before the demon managed to strike him across the belly, killing the knight moments later. . .


After Math

The world lives, once again, in peace. Rid of the evil that plagued the land, the world is now free. Happiness spreads like wild flower and peace and trust weave into new threads. Cities are rebuilt, the lands will heal in time and grass will once again grow green. Kings direct their people to a better future, alliances form, people prosper. The evil has been banished from the earth. Heroes take their place in the Hall of Legends, remembered by the people who gained freedom from them. Now the world knows that legends are not taken for granted. Legends remain legends eternally, and their acts of right over wrong rewards them. Standing like giant statues, the Legends remain motionless. The world will never, ever, forget the events that took place in this world. Books are written, portraits painted, bed-time stories forged. But not out of fear, but out of respect and honor. The color of light will always be white, the color of darkness shall always remain black. Just as legends will remain legends, forever watching over our world. And the battle witnessed at Phaseward will never be forgotten, for the tides of war will once again be fought, but this time knowing that we have guardian angels watching us, assuring us, as we assure them that they will be remembered that a war such as 'Forgotten War' shall never occur again, so long as Legends remain legends.

Hmm very ambious but it doesnt feel very original and why would great heroes arise and kill their kind because they don't worship them. And then where the heck did the hell come from and why should hell resurect people in hell. Hell is a place not an beeing
and some of those that is resurected aint even dead.
And why did you put this in the warcraft world it all seams very unlikely that this would occur in that world.
The ending doesnt feel very original and cant really see what the point were with that fight since it has no meaning to end of the story. It feels like something that was thrown in because you needed a 1vs1 fight with some special effects.
It would have been more fun if a army of peasants killed the demon.

LoL! Good points! I was taking a chance using wc3 heros, it seems kinda...evil...turning on their own. But the reason for this was because they were going crazy. When the people forget about legends, their hearts can't support Hall of Legends which pitches the Legends in eternal blackness. As a matter of fact, the duel was my favorite part! Your right, I should replace the Warcraft world with another, more believable world and change the ending to something much more gloomy. Thanks for the comments, and I'm just 14 years old so I'm still learning from my mistakes.