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Avalon's Toil

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Is your daily life a drag? Do you find the mundane to be stressful rather than reassuring? Well don't let that creeping depression get you down; instead bury it as deep as you can under a cacophony of fun rides and amusing attractions! Whether you join us alone (or preferably with the whole family) Avalon is the perfect amusement park to make you forget your dreary life! In Avalon life is so sweet, it will be as if your old one never existed at all.
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Chapter 1 - Dear Chester (1943)

A letter written by English Soldier, Nathaniel Eyre, to his best friend who is on the eastern front. July 2nd, 1943

Dear Chester,

It has been three weeks since I was reassigned to a desk job in London. The new position isn't too bad, Churchill is a crude, but effective boss and I can eat food without the sound of mortars overhead. It also does feel nice to not have water soaking into my socks constantly. However the more I sit here, the weight on my shoulders grows. Just three long weeks ago I was side by side with my brothers in arms fighting to stop German expansion, now I am stamping documents...what a sadistic jokes God must have played on me to go from adorning me with a rifle to defend my brothers, to a stamp that notifies my comrades families that they are gone. This mundane depression can only be compared to a still sea, its calm but sea-sickness still persist. I will only tell you this in confidence...but I wish I hadn't kicked that grenade away.

I know, it's awful to say such a thing, after all I am regarded as a hero to those around me, but those men I saved get to fight and gain honor; while I am stuck with this bloody stump of a leg! Even though I use to be a capable man who brought fear to those who dared to stand against me, I am now reduced to a charity case. People fulfill their daily good deed by getting me coffee or holding my hand across the street. Like I am a fucking infant...If I hadn't saved those men I would still be there, right beside you Chester. Bestowing fear upon the enemy like no soldier had before. You and I together could rival the likes of Achilles and Apollo. That fake Hector who calls himself a Fuhrer would tremble in fear before us.

But now...I am just a bloody cripple. Living posh and content as if I am like these sheep around me that live normal lives not knowing the glory one can find in defeating a great enemy. Not like you and I know…

I have to regain my Arete...I have no other place.

Sincerely,

Nathaniel Eyre