"What would you do if you had power?...."
Nothing... I can do nothing...
"What about your loved ones?..."
Im....-
"What about yourself?"
Wha-
"Who are you?
I....
"Who are you?"
Another dream, still stuffy but thats how life is. Never had the luxury to rest for years heck even just a 6 hour nap is a luxury...
I'm starving.... ugghh...
Ugh.... Another headache.... I'm all skin and bones but it's fine.... It's always fine as long as everyone can live and feel pain, we will survive...
That's how it has been for 6 years now, ever since the war against demons began...
In this village, on the corner of the frontlines where the sight of death, the smell of blood and the soul's anguish are experienced more than the comfort of a comrade, a loved one or even just a pet.... Haa
Death is looking more and more inviting.... No... Yes it is... Thats weak thinking.... I have survived for 6 years because I wanted to live, but I'm tired. I want to take a break, I...-
*UURRRRHHHNNNGGGG*
Like a wounded beast's bellow, the horn of Ragatha possessed by the Commander of The Thurion Family's Knights roared. It seems like the demons have started advancing yet again...
I dazedly stood up, wobbling. I had 3 hours of sleep and only a light meal for 2 days... The demons have been more active since this past week... I feel like DEATH finally wants me....
"Hey, straighten up and go forward. ONTO BATTLE MY BRAVE MEN"
Heh.. that deep voice, it could only be none other than the commander of my unit, Ursol a tall muscular bearded man with eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf. Well, he only looks part of it
"Commander.... I need rest.., and food"
"We all do, you're not the only one. But we need to defend the village to even get to have a future"
Says Ursol as he waddles away in fear
He ranted all that just to go and stay in the backlines.... It's strange how contradictive his looks and personality is..... But, I still need to march and go... Towards death and hell, I always returned after going to battle before. Will I be able to return once again?