BENEATH THE MUD AND BLOOD.

VIIIth Century, year 63, Brumáire. Day 14.

Somewhere In the Kingdom of Florenz

The weary warrior halted, drained and feeble, collapsing to his knees. At that moment, his resolve faded, his eyes absorbing the scene before him while his mind struggled to accept the harsh reality.

His body, bereft of strength, sprawled with legs splayed, heavy arms resting on the ground like a marionette whose strings had been severed.

Amidst the mud and blood, a sword stood out, gleaming in the evening sun. Its polished surface reflected the light, a pristine weapon adorned with elven runes. A familiar sight that confirmed the warrior’s greatest fear. Even in his paralyzed state, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, attempting to deny the cruel truth unfolding before him.

“This can’t be true, no, no, no, NO, this isn’t true, No!” His voice accelerated, chest tightening, eyes welling with water. A mantra of denial echoed through his lips.

With each passing moment, he vehemently rejected the harsh reality, grappling with the unfolding tragedy.

“Kra” a sharp sound as he bit his lip brutally. An unforeseen event that left him grappling with emotions, anger, sadness, and profound disappointment. 

“Dear Gods” he implored, facing the brutal reality of his sister’s demise amidst the chaos.

His sister, once full of dreams and dedication, now lay butchered, a stark contrast to memories of her sweet voice and innocent aspirations.

“Great sancta matre, great sancta matre, why have you abandoned me?”

His desperate plea echoed across the battlefield.

Forced into this grim situation due to the kingdom’s neglect of military affairs, his sister’s fate sealed on this blood-soaked ground.

“What’s that? An army?”

“No… It’s nothing but a large, poorly organized militia,” he sarcastically mused, a bitter joke resonating in the chaos.

Regret consumed him as he acknowledged his inability to change, realizing his lack of talent and effort. The weight of remorse sickened his heart, pushing his mind to the brink of madness.

Symptoms of fear emerged, signaling an approaching threat. His body trembled inexplicably as the ominous presence drew nearer.

“So that was the feeling my sister felt? And she still managed to raise her sword against it?” he pondered, reflecting on his sister’s courage.

While inspecting the battlefield, the Deputy Troop Commander and his sergeant reported the carnage in the document, concealing the main facts of the massacre or any other heinous crimes. 

The silhouette of that commander was intimidating, and with a voice faintly resembling a hungry wolf, he questioned the presence of yet another:

“There’s still one alive…”

“N-no sir, never, that must have been some one that managed to escape the front line” states the petty officer with a trembling voice.

“That feels like a joke to you, correct?”

he bravely interrupted, challenging the indifferent being despite his own trembling voice.

A persistent silence enveloped the scene, the being seemingly awaiting further expressions of regret.

“You took everything from this village,”

he accused, listing the innocent lives lost, attempting to convey the pain inflicted upon his home.

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A persistent silence isolated the environment, it was as if that being was quietly waiting for me to continue saying my regrets.

“You took everything from this village, you see that body there. It was Mrs. Maria’s, the one who took care of me and my sister during the winter, that one under the mud was her husband who always brought bread for us to eat during the night”.

It was her home village, honest people who helped each other. And it burned her heart. Each breath became harder.

He could feel the indifference in that being.

“Of course, how can a being like you feel compassion?” 

“Too boring,”

the being dismissed, showing no remorse for the massacre.

Amidst the wailing, the warrior felt his body disconnect from his control. As his head spun through the air, detached from his body, he understood the grim fate that awaited him.

“Brother I brought red fruits from the forest,” her innocent voice echoed in his mind, a vivid memory piercing through the chaos.

“No brother, you can’t start drinking early on Monday,” a playful reprimand, their shared moments etched in his heart.

“One day I will become the strongest warrior in the kingdom!” echoed her determined declaration, resonating with the dreams and dedication she once held for her flawed brother.

Her sister’s sweet voice reverberated, a poignant reminder of the bonds they shared and the aspirations that now lay shattered amidst the brutal reality of the battlefield.

Now...Everything faded to darkness as his body collapsed, joining the mud, blood, and stench of the corpses, marking the end of the village of Carnage. His tale, along with his sister’s and the village, would soon be forgotten, swallowed by the relentless march of time.

Or not…

VIIIth Century, year 63, Brumáire. Day 14.

Somewhere in a village near the Kingdom Wall

A girl in a small village on the border of the kingdom, was carefully trying to open her eyes that were soaked with blood pouring down from her head. Her first sight was of her broken arm. Her bones were turning outwards, forcing an exit in her flesh and skin. Small pieces of bone lay fragmented on the ground. The cells in her lung were begging for oxygen, she had probably lost consciousness due to the lack of oxygen. The pain she felt was so intense that her mind forced it to shut down. In the midst of it she cried for help, but her voice didn't possess enough strength to call out loudly for help.

She had never felt such pain, even when she broke her leg playing with her friends, or even when she was kicked by her grandfather's horses.

These comparisons were childish, in a way. But how could such a young person have more comparisons. This only showed how young she was, maybe even her adolescence was not over.

"You awake?"

A soldier asked her, but his face didn't look like someone who was out to help her, his face showed a certain wickedness. They looked like hungry wolves that had just found great prey.

She wanted to scream for help but her voice was weak due to the lack of oxygen.

But she tried again. But this time the soldier put his 

dirty hand over her mouth, blocking the air from escaping, making it impossible for her to scream.

"Shiii, we don't want to make you black out again, understand?"

Her body started to shiver, she felt a dread that she couldn't explain. She wondered why the soldiers were taking off her amour.

It didn't make sense. And it really didn't, until her memories began to return.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!, NOOOOOOOOOO!. NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"I don't want again to feel his teeth biting my neck, his fingers penetrating my mouth, his sweat pouring over my body. Anything, but not this again, please, please, PLEASE!!"

Her scream managed to come out, she had remembered what happened to her and the symptoms her body was showing was signaling that it was going to happen again.

Something repulsive was happening and she didn't want that again.

"Please help me, someone help me. I don't want it, I 

don't want to feel his bites on my body again, his hand firmly touching my skin, I don't want it, I don't want it. HELP!!"

The trauma made her repeat again, and again what she said before, her mental state was destroyed.

Her lung gathered all the oxygen it could to let out her cries for help.

The soldiers started lining up among themselves, there were all kinds of soldiers, the young one, the tall and thin one. It was as if they were queuing up in a bakery, each one respectfully waiting his turn.

Among them were soldiers, who on returning home would hug their children, would play with their daughters or become devotees.

The soldiers jumped on top of the young girl's body, even with all the exposed injuries of the girl it didn't take away the excitement of those animals, that couldn't be considered human anymore. The girl's body had been thrown between them, that disgusting carnal scene played out for hours.

"My sancta matre, if it is your wish, I will go through this obstacle"

The girl whispered to herself that sentence the entire time, her eyes had become empty of will. In the end she held in silence, holding on to her last string of 

hope, in a miracle from her sancta matre, that this was proof. Her virginity and innocence had been thrown into the mud.

As the girl's body moved due to the inertia of the soldiers' movements, she saw her entire village being looted and burned.

"What is the plan of the Gods?" She wondered in her mind.

Meanwhile the soldiers shouted in celebration, while others shouted:

"Shit, it's my turn now, you piece of shit."

"Keep it Easy, it's not like she's going to run away, she must be loving it"

Due to the constant friction her skin was beginning to tear.

She reached out her left hand amongst the mud, slowly pulling out a knife in the mud so the soldiers wouldn't notice. As she managed to bring the object close to her, in one swift stroke

swiftly pierced her heart. Maybe your sancta matre was doing something more interesting than help her.