The land was deeply red, satiated with blood.
The battle field was quiet, spears and blades are spread everywhere, and yet no one is here to wield them, no corps are on the ground, no one is here.
Exept, one soldier, one only soldier deeply wounded was walking throuh the battle field, blood falling from his chest, he survived to all this caos, while his is no strong.
He can't eaven think, his brain full of those atrocious images, he raise up his head, his face full of blood was watching the red colored sky, he can't eaven bother cry or yell, he is to weak for it. He knows that he will die, today and now, like all comrads before him, he stops walking and fall on the ground. He's done.
Then, whil he's on the ground, he her's footsteps, very light footsteps. Probably a bandit, comming to steel waths left from the corps, he don't bother thinking about it. The footstepts are comming closer to him, he is not scared, he will die anyway, so wath could he fear. After all, ther is no fate worst than death.
Then when the footstepts stoped just in front of him, he opened his eyes and saw her. A women in black cloaths, crouching in front of him, her face was hidden by a black hood, but here long orange hairs couldn't fit in it, and fload from it, her eyes were red, gling in the darknesse of the hood.
" Oh, unlucky you are. The gods havn't smiled upon you unhappy soul, may i help thee in his vengeance." The voise was quiet, sweat and warm, the voise of a young lady.
The soldier raised his haid from the groud, his armor is starting to feel heavy, he's feeling like being crushed by it, yet he still could hear the last words of the lady. Vengeance, it's been a long time he didn't thout of it, still when he hear it, he remenber, he remenber what he's doing in thees lands, he remenber what he's doing here, blood all over the face, and it give him a purpose to live again, a purpose to continue. His eyes are buring with life again. But...But.
But life is cruel, and motivaion can't prevent anyone fro death.
" I will take that for a yes, than would thee accept to pay the price?" Her voise went from a warm to a nearly terrifying cold voise.
The soldier didn't even hesitated, wathever it tooks, even if he had to pay with whats left from it soul, he will do what has to be done, and kill.
Inside of the hood the eyes turned to gold like glow, and a smile appeared from the dark.
" Then, may we start, you have no name, no strenght, no memorie, no family, nothing you have to protect. You'r weakness is the only thing that you'll keep with you're purpose, kill all the champion, bring my their heads, and i will give you what want. From now on you are my champion, and you're name is.
"The weakest one"
The soldier, started to float from the ground, gold particls floating around him and forming chains around his heart. He can't see anything, anymore, his pain was groing, and his wounds getting deeper. His memories start to dissepires one by one, but still, he remember his goal.
KILL THEM ALL.