A soft wind blew across the battlefield, spreading the stench of rotten flesh and death throughout the area. Struggling to repress the urge to empty the contents of my stomach, I slowly stood up to observe the voices I heard from earlier. About 100 metres away from me in a vertical line stood two bulking figures, each clad in the traditional western garbs of the 18th century. Cheap leather, runic brown patterns, and, worryingly, sheathed swords strapped to their hips.
"I should probably get out of here..." I thought, out loud, although I suppose it really isn't that unusual. As a fervent scholar myself, thinking out loud had just became a habit.
Turning tail, I got a 360 view of my environment. Bodies lay everywhere except for a singular path, the absence of any material covering it gave me the feeling it was manmade. Still, in order to escape the men who were very obviously scavenging for loot, I proceeded down the path, eventually coming to the edge of a dense, lush forest with a pool of luminescent blue water in just ahead. Fumes of grey smoke slowly drifted up from the surface of the pool and into the air.
"Menacing..."
I made sure to avoid the pool as I trekked further into the forest.
"I know forests are dangerous, but if I can find anything helpful in here, then it will've been worth the risk." I mumbled while pushing a branch away from my face before letting it fly back towards its original place, causing the leaves to rustle behind me.
Proceeding on, the sun was no longer visible. All wind had ceased to exist and my body was beginning to feel physically fatigued.
"It really hasn't been too long since I started walking, am I really so unfit? Even then...is this really my body?" I paused to look at my hands, a darker skin tone than I was used too and scratched from the journey through the trees.
"No matter what..." I said, clenching my hands into fists, causing my veins to bulge slightly, "I will survive... I will thrive."