The sun never sets on the empire.
Those are true words, the empire spread across 50% of the world, with unrivaled power in military strength and political actions.
With an army of 5 million troops, and a population of 1.2 billion it safe to assume that none wanted any quals with this Empire.
The name of this Empire?
The empire of Jerusalem.
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It was a rainy day, the clouds covered the sky as far as the eye could see.
The rain has breathed new life into the surrounding foliage, as the leaves shimmer with a glossy sheen. The trees sway gently in the wind, their branches reaching out towards the heavens, as if embracing the gift of water from the skies above. A gentle mist hangs in the air, creating a veil of mystery and intrigue.
But all I could hear, where the clanking of swords. As if I where in a battlefield?
I wake up, feeling dizzy. My eyes where heavy, as if I haven't slept in days.
"Where... Where am I?" I asked no one in particular, the rain had drained out the sound of my voice.
I could speak, but no one would hear. I could feel the movements around me, but I couldn't see.
What is this? Is it a dream? No ... It felt too real to be a dream.
The sounds of clanking sword was getting closer to me by the second.
The worst part of it was that I couldn't move, My body- no the body that I was in couldn't move.
Come on now, think! I know I'm in some kind of battlefield... But what happened to my body? Did someone strike me down or hit a part of my body stopping me from moving? Did they hit my nervous system?
The nervous system has two parts, called the central nervous system and the peripheral nervous system due to their location in the body. The central nervous system includes the nerves in the brain and spinal cord. It is safely contained within the skull and vertebral canal of the spine. All of the other nerves in the body are part of the peripheral nervous system.
The brain, spinal cord, and nerves make up the nervous system. Together they control all the workings of the body. When something goes wrong with a part of your nervous system, you can have trouble moving, speaking, swallowing, breathing, or learning. You can also have problems with your memory, senses, or mood.
I can't move my legs and arms. But I still have my senses thankfully. And from what I can tell. I'm blooding out... The smell of blood was strong in my nose.
But my eye sight was slowly coming back.
I slowly turned my head to my left side and all I could see where dead bodies.
So the blood I was smelling was coming from them...
Some where still alive, like me. But majority of them where dead, most of them if not all, had their heads cut off.
Was it in their way of fighting to cut off their heads? Or was it to show their enemies that they where there.
The sight of it all made me feel sick.
How far are humans willing to go to give their point?
Trying my best to take my mind out of it, I turned my head to face my right. Where I saw two people, facing each other.
One wear royal blue clothing, with white lines. And black pants with brown boots. He had a crust on the side of his shoulder that showed a sign of three?
A sign of three? Where have I heard that before
The other one had full military outfit. And looked to be fully confident in his strength.
The one with military outfit reaches across his body with his right hand, grips the handle of his sword just below the guard, draws it out, snaps it forward so it's pointing at the one with Royal blue clothing, then places his left hand on the grip just below the right.
The man with royal blue does the same.
Both of them bend their knees, dropping into a low squat while keeping the torso bolt upright, then stand up again and shuffle their feet into the proper stance—feet parallel, both pointed straight ahead, right foot in front of the left foot.
The military guy charges directly at the man in royal blue, hollering at the top of his lungs. The movement actually consists of a very rapid shuffling motion of the feet, so that he stays balanced at all times. At the last moment, he draws the sword up over his head and snaps it down toward the man with royal blue. The man with royal blue brings his own sword up, rotating it around sideways so that the handle is up high, above and to the left of his face, and the blade slopes down and to the right, providing a roof above him. The military man's blow bounces off this roof like rain, and then the one with royal blue sidesteps to let him go by and snaps the sword down toward his unprotected shoulder. But the military man is moving too fast, and the man in royal blue's timing is off. The blade cuts behind and to the side of the military man.
Both men wheel to face each other, back up, get back into the stance.
The military man makes another attack. This one is pretty straightforward: a quick shuffling approach and then a snapping cut in the direction of the man in royal blue's ribcage. He parries it.
Now the man in royal blue knows something about this military man, namely, that like most Nipponese sword fighters, all he knows is kendo.
Kendo is to real samurai sword fighting what fencing is to real swashbuckling: an attempt to take a highly disorganized, chaotic, violent, and brutal conflict and turn it into a cute game. As in fencing, you're only supposed to attack certain parts of the body—the parts that are protected by armor. As in fencing, you're not allowed to kick your opponent in the kneecaps or break a chair over his head. And the judging is totally subjective.
The man in royal blue just wants this over with. The next time the military man sets up his ear-splitting screech and shuffles toward the man in royal blue, cutting and snapping his blade, he would parried the attack, turns around, and cuts The military man legs and collapses to the floor.
" I'm tired of your games!" The man in royal blue says. "!" He whips his blade sideways, cutting off both of the military man's forearms, causing the sword to clatter onto the floor.
"Perhaps you might have a better life in the unknown!" The man in royal blue continues, whipping the sword around sideways, cutting the military man's body in half just above the navel. Then he leans down so he's looking right into the military man's face. "Didn't anyone tell you," he says, "None can defeat the empire?"
Then he hacks the guy's head off. It falls to the floor, does a half-roll, and comes to rest staring straight up at the ceiling.
I laid there, shocked by what I had seen. The empire? Did this...
I hadn't noticed that the man in royal blue had noticed that I was still alive. While I was thinking of what to do, he had walked up to me.
"You still live? I pity your pain warrior, I shall put you to rest now "he says, rising is sword into the air
Wait what! I didn't notice him getting close to me when!
Before I could even respond to him, his sword pierced through my heart, instantly I began coughing blood.
My vision became blurry, I could barely see anymore. Slowly I began losing my breath.
The thought of dying, was carved into the back of my head. I Slowly started hearing voices, voices that felt familiar.
"Arthur..."
Is that my name?
"Arthur wake up!!"
My vision slowly started to come back, I was in a different location it was a house, a house that I remembered.
"Where...am I?"
"Your home silly... "
"But... I was-"
"I know... it was all a dream"