Worn out

I'm in a battle...

At least I think I am. On an open field.

Where, where am I?

The sky is dark, so dark that the sun, our big ball of gas and light placed so high up in the sky is hidden behind thick dark grey clouds. It is almost like it isn't even there.

Soldiers clad in armour even darker than the clouds zoom past me with their weapons drawn into another blanket of darkness. The whole event unfolding seems archaic, medieval. The weapons, setting, seems very obsolete and old fashioned.

It's funny how I'm standing in the middle of all this but then no one seems to see me, to notice me.

The ground quakes and shakes under me. What is going on? The soldiers all seem to be fading away, disappearing into the darkness at a distance as the ground threatens to split open. I remain where I am, feet glued to the ground and an overwhelming fear coming over me.