Lore/Story The Lost Warrior; Part 1

The air dense, the sky gray, the ground painted in red. Bodies of others laid, trying to reach and touch the sky. Hoping so that they can be sent to Heaven rather than Hell from their deeds. The smell was foul, and all he could taste was iron. The smell, the taste, the noise, the sight, the bodies... It made him sick. Killing did not fazed him before. But now... he cannot help it. Looking at his weapons, all he saw was just pieces of metal on sticks... Things that ended many lives. Getting up from the ground, the boy wondered, pile to pile, body to body, weapon to weapon. Each second that passed made him want to end it all, faster and faster.

Groans and moans could be heard from some of the bodies, a few words which he could make out saying; "Help me... Help me!..." Rushing over as fast as he could to the sounds, he was horrified each time. Not Human, not Villager, not Ogre, or anything recognizable... All he saw was a blob of flesh. Crushing his heart when he could recognize some of these voices, some were his closest friends, some were his closest allies, some were his enemies that screamed at him. Clutching his head, the voices became louder and louder. It was unbearable, they wouldn't stop. They kept on asking for help. They pleaded, they begged, they cried, soon enough he was crying too. He begged them to stop, he pleaded that he would do anything, he screamed towards the sky, pleading for an answer.

The sky answered back in a roar, a strike of lighting hit his leg. Yelling in pain, the boy wanted it all to end. Pulling a dagger to his chest, he held it, threatening himself that he would end it. Threatening others that he would end their only hope... But he was no longer their hope... Only someone else to blame for what happened. The boy looked around him with the dagger still hugging close to his chest, ready to finish it. All the boy saw, was flesh... Fleshed hands, pointing, screaming, they reached for the boy as they screamed it was his fault. It was his fault this happened to them! It wasn't the war, it was the boy, it was his fault for turning them into monsters!

The boy cried, he dropped the dagger, no longer hugging him, his chest was free to breath. But his throat denied the breath. He began to choke himself, tears rolling down his eyes, the boy cried as they continued to point daggers at him. Each moan and groan was another arrow hitting his chest. He continued to beg, he continued to plead, soon after... There was nothing left. The flesh lowered their arms and grew silent, the boy himself was silent. Time stood still, nothing moved, nothing dare took breath nor movement.

The boy stood up and dared time to invoke justice on him. But instead of being struck down, the sky blared light. The monsters of flesh roared again, trying to cover what they could, only to end up in failure as they all began to burn. The boy, once ready to end it all. Felt as if he could still make something new. Picking up the dagger, he stared at it as he picked up his other weapons. Looking back at the sky for answers, the sky gave another bright light as if it wanted him to follow the smoke. The boy picked himself up and began to do as if what he felt like the sky was telling him where to go.

As the boy followed the trail of smoke, he came across a great gate. Inside this gate, was nothing, yet something... He couldn't understand what it was about this gate, but it seemed familiar... He felt as if he was in the warm comforts of his mother and father. The boy reached out to the gate only but to be rejected from it. It hurt, memories flooded his mind, the monster, the war, his King, his home province. This began to swirl and mix, forming unfathomable beasts to his worst imagination. Soon enough, he was transported to such a familiar place... The air was thick and full of ash and smoke, his lungs... he couldn't breath, he tried to catch whatever air he could. Each time he failed, his lungs were filling with poison, he couldn't breath, he was choking, his vision was going dark. Soon... Nothing... His body disappeared without a trace, as he leaves... An explosion from a distance could be heard... Dust swept the world... and nothing remained.... Except the door...

 

Part 2 will be done by tomorrow most likely! ^^