Work in progress un-named.

Intro

The sound of a blade leaving its sheathe, of steel on steel. A weapon clattering to the ground and men's screams are some you never forget. The putrid smell after a man dies or that of festering wounds is another thing you seldom forget. Men die that is true, men die in various ways. Yet not all share that Fate,oh i die. That I do indeed, and have many different times and various ways. However after I die, I wake up standing in the same situation as I was before seconds, even minutes ago. I have to change the outcome or experience death all over again. I have to learn quickly from my mistakes and what is around me on the field of battle, because of this men fear me. They think me untouchable, a perfectionist and unkillable...If only they knew what my plight really was.How many times ive died how many days and nights...or what feel like days and night ive done the same moments over and over making it only a few seconds longer until it all comes together and somehow i survive..

              Time is...weird when you constantly relive the same moments over and over until you survive them, you lose all concept of it. It feels like ages trying over and over again. Sometimes you forget how you died earlier and it comes back to get you...Funny isn't it. Sometimes a death you escape to only die moments later your forced back to deal with that all over again.

            I know not why the god's have damned me to this painful existence nor my divine purpose and honestly i don't give a damn. I've died so many times now Life doesn't matter and id just rather stay dead than experience it over and over, its like i'm sane...but i shouldn't be a man dying a thousand times should be mad but i cant lose my sanity, i don't lose grasp of it. It must be amazing to watch what is more like years of work for me playing out seconds for someone else...a deadly dance id bet.

         It's funny i never had training with a sword, never wanted to join an army but when you're drafted at the threat of them forcing your little brother or even sister instead you don't have much choice, growing up a mere farmhand my vision never went further than the farm down the road, There was a girl...i wanted her hand in marriage someday, i doubt ill ever get that chance. The rumors I've heard after we lost the ground where my old hometown was...is grave and chills me to the bone..so ill keep fighting until i get back that land and return to my home...to find whats left, I pray to this merciless gods that they left my family alone, and that they left Olive down the road alone as well..

                        They tell me to believe in gods, to pray..its meant to keep us sane, give us a reason to continue on in this bloody war. Yet i don't have a choice, i need someone to damn for all of this after all. I feel nothing like a human, there is no joy in this mind, this body of mine anymore. it died like i did thousands of times.