[First Crusade Of The Holy Land, Year 1095]
My name is Wyrwick, I'm a regular holy knight in the army of the Holy Church. I'm 23 years old, single. I come from a rather middle class family from England. My father and mother are loving parents and my brother Quentin and my sister Julianna are also loving siblings. Before I became a knight, I swore to my family that I would protect them at all cost, that I would wield the sword for the right cause. Hence I became a knight. That was 10 years ago.
Now, I have become a fully fledged knight, a respected one at that. In my village, everyone respects me and loves me.
But alas, I guess it will come to an end...
Because now... I'm in a battlefield, or was.
The stench of blood, the feeling of death, the miasma of rotting flesh, and the smell of swords clashing, the sight of arrows flying, the sparks of swords striking. It's war.
Right now, we're at war. To fight people who took over the "Holy Land" or so the Holy Church calls it. Me personally, I don't really believe in someone or something that I can't see, feel, nor hear... But I still became a knight... Guess this is fate.
Anyhow, you might be wondering: Why is a knight talking about his life in the battlefield? Why isn't he fighting? Why is he having an inner monologue about his past?
Well... I'm dead. And right now, I think I'm a ghost. I see my dead body just below me, with a big hole in my chest.
That annoying guy who killed me, I don't know what backhanded method he did to kill me but hey, he's over there... Oh... He just died... Heh, karma. At least I got revenge. Oh wait, whoa! The one who killed that man is my knight brother, Helcurt. He is a rather stoic and scary man, but deep inside resides a rather kind, funny and sometimes, an easily scared man. Perfect example of never judge a book by it's cover. Oh, he saw my dead body... Wait, is he crying? Wait is he mumbling something? I should go near him to listen to what he's saying.
Helcurt: Wyrwick... I... I... I can't believe that... You're... Gone. So this is the life of a knight huh. Well... It was a nice fate meeting you. You were the greatest friend someone could have asked for. Farewell Wyrwick, and may God let your soul rest in Heaven.
What? God? Hah! If there really was a god, then why would there even be war in the first place! If God really did exist, then the world should be at peace, no bloodshed and no death! Though I fully understand what you said about me being great and all, because it's true, hehe,I am completely against the belief that there's a God and a Heaven to begin with. It's not like there's going to be an angel that'll appear from the light that shone on my dead body and appeared right in front of me to guide me to go to Heaven to meet Go- WAIT WHAT???? WHY AM I IN HEAVEN AND WHY AM I IN FRONT OF GOD RIGHT NOW???!!!!