Peace

Blood.
That’s the only thing that I remember.
Blood and the horrible sounds of my comrades dying.
One by one they each fall hearing nothing but the crazed laughter of the enemy.
The sight of such blood made even the strongest hearts waver.
I attacked them, blinded by my anger.
Slashing and cutting until I was the only one standing.

That was 10 years ago.

Now we live under harsh rule.
The valiant soldiers who had fought in the war lost their pride.
Few of the survivors of that war remained as government dogs,
Forced to do the bidding of the greedy nation that stole their freedom.
But some, whose bravery of others is forever etched into their hearts,
Continued to plot in secrecy to overthrow the corrupt government.
They sought for the freedom that was once theirs,
And fought for the men who died for a dream that never came true.

Blinded by rage and pain over their fallen comrades,
They caused more confusion and tragedy.
They continued to fight to protect their country and honor,
Only to lengthen the war and destroy all hopes for peace.

But there was one man who looked for nothing but peace.
One that left the battlefield to live a life away from bloodshed.
One that vowed never to cut with his sword which drank the blood of its victims.
One that vowed only to use his blade to protect instead of to attack.
One that sought atonement for all the pain and suffering he had caused.

Now he walks the road between life and death.
Across the lonely path unknowing of what to do.
Only hazy memories of the life he abandoned lingered.