She was back into the battlefield.
Standing on an open ground where humans with armor and spear were fighting intensely with each other, cries and groans of pain passed through her. Countless corpse, some still twitching in the last thread of breath could be found as many as ants. There was a burnt smell of flesh and ashes were blowing on the air. The sky was a depressing grey.
She wasn't exactly foreign with this scene. It was the dream which she had just experienced some time ago. The dream where she first felt the kind of pain that coursed through her body, the despair, grief and hatred that almost blinded her soul.
Why was she there?
Her gaze was blank as everything around her was a blurry image.
She didn't want to recall this anymore. That kind of sadness and pain, she didn't want to experience it anymore.
