Glimpse of the future
My mind was in a haze, nothing really made sense anymore. I stood there on this hell of a battlefield surrounded by screams and shouts for help.
Rumors has it that a demon in a black armor appeared on the field, many stated than even if you killed it, he came back to haunt you until your last breath. You may not remember it, but your soul was doomed from the beginning if you crossed path with him in another life.
If you cross path with me.
Many have come my way, none of them had escaped my wrath.
After the beginning of the war, I found myself drifting more and more towards a hole of emptiness, a place where nothing mattered anymore.
What was my purpose in life? Did my life even matter at this point?
Everything around me began to fade to darkness.
Maybe, they were right, "forever"" was made not for people but for memories… Immortalities isn't entirely a curse unless you are an immortal amongst mortals it is until then that it would be tragically cruel. No one will really stand by your side, once you will be lured by the feeling of belonging somewhere, by someone's side, it will be taken from you unexpectedly. You'll find out that in the end only loneliness will laugh at you from afar, not even wanting to stand next to the deaths you caused all around you.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the reality of my own thoughts.
A deep sound echoing through my blackened armor. As I stood amidst the chaos of the battlefield, the weight of despair settled upon me like a suffocating cloak. The distant clash of swords and the screams of fallen soldiers faded into the background as I became lost in the abyss of my own thoughts. Memories of the one I once called home, of faces long gone and the futility of this war played out before me, leaving me adrift in a sea of hopelessness.
As tears flooded my eyes, I looked up to unexpectedly meet his. A familiar face that I thought had faded forever from my memory a long time ago.
Then I was sure, "forever" wasn't made for people but for memories…