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I had to suffer the longest, most painful dream of my life. I felt as though I were gone for months, felt as though I were performing these acts in reality. Too convincing, too powerful, why was I there?
My 'first day' seemed to make me believe I was actually moving into these events, I awoke from falling asleep on the couch. I had trouble sleeping that night, so I watched a comedy to hopefully relax into sleep.
It went normally, I carried conversations, ate, all that, when I went to sleep again, that's when it began to change. I laid down, and and the sounds of explosions could be heard in the distance, instantly I assumed it was military testing that happened, but that's when I felt myself being shaken.
I stood, wide awake, alert, and grabbed my knife. After I did, I witnessed the world around me beginning to melt away into blackness, I refused this, but the black merged into me as the ground came to appear in a walk-way before me.
I came into my second day, as that blackness consumed me, and sent me into another existance, war-stricken, and the smell of corpses and stagnant blood thick in the air. My frightening transition sent me into disbelief, but the sheer fact I could not break free forced me to accept what was happening, though it wasn't this 'real world'.
I walked, noticing that my flesh was slightly darker than before, not tanning, but greying out. After a few hours, I came to a river, and heard the sounds of voices downstream, so I followed it. I came to a military camp, soldiers clad in light armor, carrying blades, and they saw me as I saw them, unfamiliar.
They began drawing their weapons, as I threw my knife away, raising my hands and shouting I wasn't enemy, they took me into custody, they spoke in manners I could not understand. Escorting me to a fortress, over the next week they would systematically torture me in ways that would kill men, except they seemed to have some sort of magician that repaired me enough to survive each experience, several each day.
From boiling my flesh, to electrocution, to ripping my tissues away from me. I cried, this pain was so much, why wouldn't my body let me black-out, why don't they understand I am not able to speak to them.
Finally, after being tortured, they sent some new man in, I expected death, but he began to cast some spell, and soon I understood what they were saying, and he said to me, "You don't speak our tongue, so I have magically assisted, you will hear us speak in your's, while we will hear you speak in ours. Men, carry on with the interrogations."
I shouted to them how I came to this place, telling them I was no soldier, I didn't even belong to this existance.
They didn't believe me, for four more days they continued on, torturing me until I would cough and spit blood, the taste of it ever-present in my mouth of it, even as it fouled. I continued pleading with them, to let me go because I had no place here, I did nothing to get here, nothing made me want this life.
Finally, two weeks into this dream, I was let free, and given the conditions I was to fight with them to prove I was not against them, so I trained for a month to battle, my martial-arts training had given me an edge on this, but training was still beyond anything I had experienced before.
Every week I saw I was slowly turning darker, fairly greyed at this point, the tone of Drowskin, my hair already jet-black.
I was sent into battle, on the frontlines I met a massive force, almost three times our numbers, and as I fought, I was peirced a couple times, but my torture was far worse than this, I barely noticed it, as I began to tear through the enemies. My sword was covered in blood, as was I, some my own, mostly others. I killed nearly forty men, was I really that good? No, it was because I wasn't halted by the attacks, these men we fought seemed to be more of a massive collection of untrained people given swords.
I was healed again, cleaned up, they congradulated me on survival, but not all that impressed it seems. I think back, they fought much harder than I did, killing many more, yet recieving less damage, I see why they aren't impressed. I'm a hammer trying to do the same job as a knife, too heavy and lumbering to do it fast, and right.
I ask them to keep training me, make me better, I want to be no burden, and to make them feel like I am worthwhile for them. They agree, the next month is even harder, every day, all day I am training, until my muscled can move no more.
We head to battle again, this time I more than triple my efforts, this battle wages the entire day, I recieve a few wounds, but nowhere near as terrible as last time, killing nearly two-hundred, and this time they are proud, asking me how it feels to finally be a good warrior, to which I answer, "I do feel proud, but I am also sad that we have to be at war." to which they seem to not agree, and move along on their own. The next month, I am trained further, until finally I can stand my own against them.
My skin has come pure black, as my avatar.
Finally, we mobilize again, I almost hunger for it, and as we come upon the battle, far more massive than before, we charge.
I have formed friendships with most these men, and am glad to be able to help them, but what we are fighting this time is more powerful than before, we're being held back, we slowly make our way through, some very skilled fighters are showing up on their side, and one of the men((we never shared names, they refused it)) was nearly back to back with me, I heard him shout, swinging around and getting his assailant along the throat I saw he'd been stabbed in the chest, he continued to fight of course, but slowing as the blood poured heavily, they'd gotten his heart, soon he fell, and I saw many more being slain.
I went berserk, grabbing a spear from a fallen ally, tearing my way through, trying to find my friends, every one of them, torn upon, bleeding out, dead or dying as I meet them, we have no healers, why did it go so wrong, why can't I do anything, how can I stop this???
I scream, I cry, I fight beyond the night, the enemies can't seem to see me, as I tear even heavier into them, I fight through them all, hundreds, my muscles burn, I feel as though I am on fire, and my voice is lost, finally I am done, they are dead, no more, no more...
I return home, collapse and cry, the mages help me to clean, and finally I am being told what the war is for, and I interrupt them, I don't care anymore, I just want it done, and ask who I have to kill to make it so.
The next day, I make preparations, and remember they had problems at night, so I decide to make this a night mission, and so I make my way their, and once night falls I enter their fortress, working my way through the halls after entering, killing the gaurds as I come to them, and finally I meet the man who commands this army that killed my friends, he calls alert to his gaurds, I kill them, I come up to him, grabbing his neck, squeezing it tight, I know he can't breathe, I push my knife into every spot I can without killing him, tearing his flesh as I make him suffer, he will die from strangulation before he bleeds out, I hold him until his eyes fade, then I take him in my other hand, pulling his neck in tighter until I hear the crackling, his blood stops flowing, I keep holding him, tears come to me.
Every death I have caused went by so quickly before, but this one I made happen, every second, staring into it's eyes, I was full of hate, I just wanted it to end, and it did. I collapse, crying a moment, those people did not want to die, but I killed them, how could I do this, and then my friends, why...
I go back with the man's head, I fall to my knees before the mages, begging to help me escape, every time I blink I see the blood everywhere, this is not me, I have never wanted this, most of them ignore my pleas, but one rests his hand on my head, and says, "You may step from darkness" and I was awake, on my couch again...
I'm still crying, why did I have to have this?
 Palinor · Tue Nov 25, 2008 @ 12:11am · 0 Comments |
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