I felt my mind being stirred. The atmosphere around me distorting, rendering the peaceful view I’ve come to know in a way that I can’t identify it any longer.

The air began to shake, a voice then came forth, a gentle calm one. It called out to me, the only one thing here.

“Please, please help us.”

A request, one that followed words that were inaudible because of soft sobbing cries.

Whose voice is this? I asked myself, receiving no answer as I am left with a blank slate.

Who am I anyway? What am I doing here? Most of all, where am I exactly?

I stared anew at a garden as far as the eye can see, one that exuded a great beauty. The land was lush and green, the fields fertile, some foliage grew on the side showing a myriad of colors, some of which captivated me instantly with its dazzling display, some of which I’ve never seen before.

It seemed to expand infinitely, rivaling that vast expanse of the sky and sea beside me, also filling color into this world.

The wind blew strongly, almost taking me away with each gust. Yet, what I could see still gave me no answer that I needed, but it ended up raising more questions instead.

My legs began to walk, led by no train of thought. My eyes darted left and right, taking in the magnificent view, drawing me away from my original doubt.

My bare feet felt each blade of grass that had been bathed by the cold wind. The soil was warm, making a blend of unity as the two provided comfort in this unknown world.

There was nothing in sight, nothing to obscure my vision or anything to catch my attention. It all remained the same, constant, but yet, I felt that I could stare at it forever.

But as I traveled for longer than I could understand, I saw a lone tree on the very top of a hill, standing tall and firm as if painted on a canvas, yet its leaves danced with the invitation of the wind, creating a rustling sound that carried with it a calming cry, putting my restless soul to a steady pace.

Under that same tree a lone figure wearing a white long gown sat, looking to be shining faintly.

My pace began to quicken without me knowing that I began to run. But, the wind seemed to want to negate me from that, creating a strong gust that could very well send me away with a bit more strength.

I crouched and started walking on all fours, not allowing myself to be swept away as I scaled the slope. Oddly finding myself desperate enough to be gripped that this person – the only one I’ve seen other than me – might have the answers I seek, or that’s what I had hoped to believe in order to back my resolve.

Finally having ascended this challenge, I was overrun with accomplishment, forgetting what I had come here for a split second.

We locked gazes, not minding the silence that took over as no words were uttered, but simply a smile from one side filled the mysterious person’s lips. Her face showed benevolence, as if she was the word itself. Her ocean colored eyes made me feel emotions those I’ve forgotten to feel, or those that I might have already have, but was oblivious to it all.

She wore a plain looking dress that became quite elegant simply by having her wear it. No jewel or gem could have even hoped to improve the beauty that her aura gave away. Her golden locks swayed with the air, except the winds were calm around her, as if displaying favoritism.

Unable to express the appropriate emotion, or rather, unable to react the right way, I was dumbfounded, looking at her curiously.

Before I could open my mouth to utter words, she stood up, dusting her behind off. She then cast her eyes to me once more, eyes that seemed to pierce the soul, looking at its very contents.

She took a step closer to me, cupping my cheek with her pale white hand. It’s soft, gentle, calming almost. My heart began to skip a beat as I felt her breath, sweet and fragrant, intoxicating almost, but not posing any malice.

She then hopped away playfully, skipping behind the tree, her hourglass frame disappearing.

Curious, I follow, thinking that she also expects me to do just that.

Taking a peek, I come another sight, one that captivates me much more than what I’ve already seen.

We stood at what seemed to be the precipice, a cape that overlooked the sea, and below it is a raging torrent of water, but pristine in its own image.

The sun stood at its zenith, granting warmth upon all those below it, except this lone tree sheltered us.

Having forgotten who I was looking for, I looked to my side, finding her doing the same thing I had just done as I chased for her, looking at the sea filed with a mysterious hint of beauty. We shared this view, still at an absence for words.

I began.

“Where are we?”

I turned my head, looking down at her as she stood beside me, only at shoulder length. She returned the gaze, smiling before she replied.

“Paradise!”

She said happily, having no hint of lie in her words. Not that her face showed any doubt of what she had just said.

“What am I doing here?”

“You will find out soon.”

“Soon? Why?”

“To find your purpose.”

“My purpose…”

I dwelled on that thought. I never even considered such a thing. It did not present a problem at the time, so I thought of it less. However, now that she had said those words, it made me wonder about it, deeper than what I could have thought about anything at this point, not that there was anything else worth thinking of.

“Yes. Your purpose. Someone is calling out to you. You’ve heard it, and you have come here to answer that call.”

Before I could even try to understand what or who it was that was calling me, she added to her words.

“That was not the only voice. There are many, so much more who desire your presence.”

“What for? What could I possibly do, what am I capable of anyway?”

“You’ll find out soon. Only you can, after all. The only thing I can tell you is, don't be decieved by what ever you see. Not everything is what it seems. Some things of realism are smoke and mirrors.”

She filled my head with so much questions that it became hard to keep track of each one. There are times when the water bashed against the cobble of the cape, masking her voice, making it somewhat hard to hear, as if the sea is calling for her attention, telling her to forget about me and notice it instead.

“Just who are you?”

Curious, I stood in front of her as she watched the sea, needing answers more than questions. It may have been out of frustration, or maybe fear that I may never get anything out of this. But, my body began to move on its own, speaking by its own will as well as mine.

She then came close, whereas I found myself backing away from her. I then noticed that I stood on the very edge of the cape, looking down on my demise, the terrifying doom of plummeting downwards.

“Wait! What are you-?”

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Before I could finish my sentence, she cuts me off, whispering before she lays her hands on my chest, beating rapidly as if to warn me about something.

“Ask yourself first. Who are you?”

She smiles, except what followed was too surreal to believe that her smile was innocent. I could not even think of an answer to her question, let alone think rationally.

She pushed me from the edge. Unable to grab hold of anything on time, I found myself inevitably falling to my death.

Death, what many understood to be painful, but for some it was an exit of relief, one that could end their sufferings, leading them to a peaceful nothing.

Which one should I feel?

The winds were cold, rushing by me as I lay on my back, looking upwards as her face – peeking from the edge – started to disappear, growing smaller and smaller.

My eyelids became heavy as I further descended in to what seemed to be an endless pit. My sight came to a close, everything going blank before I could even consider what was happening and why it was happening.

I could feel my memories slowly fading, but as if there was something to remember in the first place.

How sad. Disappearing without reason, except being pushed to your doom. I wonder why and how I came to be? Where I am going after this, will I really find the answers I seek?

I heard the cry of battle.

hearts that are intertwined, mixed even. One gaining fervor while the other loses confidence, their shouts beginning to waver.

My own heart begins to resonate with theirs, creating a harmony that would unite us.

Yet I am solitary, unmoving, silent.

I feel a terrible chill envelop me, waking me before it claims me into a deep slumber for eternity.

Blinking once, twice, thrice, the sight sets in, showing me a war torn land, one with bodies strewn on the ground, each one having its own story as to why he or she had been brought to such an end.

Their faces seemed to face me, their eyes pointed directly at my own, seemingly judging me for reasons unknown.

my heart begins to race as my eyes open wide, my breath repeatedly staggers under the harsh climate around me.

I begin to awaken, seeing the surroundings truly take form, waking me from not a dream, but reality in its most terrible form.

"Wha, what happened here!?"

Bodies of both men and women, children and adults alike are laid down on the ground -- those of which have puddles of pure velvet, both wet and dry have formed -- unmoving, eyes open to see even what death might offer them, except they are not even alive to see anything past this point.

unable to tear my eyes away from them, I see how they have died, making guesses for some, which is not that difficult.

Impaling, eviscerating, mauled, stabbed, cut, tortured, some pieces of sharp metals are even left o them, standing as their grotesque tombstone. I could go on and on, but I digressed, sparing myself, and those of the deceased of my ramblings, for it mattered little now.

I arose, finding myself in a state of previous slumber under a tall and sturdy tree that is oddly lush despite its surroundings filled with a black and white dread, a normality of the sort.

My head began to ache, I was at a loss for nearly everything, but despite that, I began scouring through the bodies of the fallen for something that will make sense of what is happening. I need answers.

As I began to walk, more and more bodies appeared, giving me only one train of thought. That beyond there, beyond what my eyes could see, there lies something far more terrible.

But before I could consider the worst case scenario, the sound that awoke me revealed itself on the horizon.

It was the sound of a maddened band of people.

A high-pitch, metal screeching noise took over my head, forcing me to my knees as I gripped my head, trying my best as to not tear my hair away from lunacy.

"Argh! what it this?"

It ceased, giving me a chance to look above me, to the dark grey sky filled with clouds singing of a downpour, followed by a rumbling bellow from the heavens.

The air began to waft, sending a musky smell of decomposed bodies and blood, blotting out the what should be fresh air.

Ravens began flying through my line of sight, no doubt flying towards their next meal.

Again, the sound rung, but this time, a voice could be heard, it was not just one, but hundreds, maybe even more.

"Please, I beg of you, save us!"

"Please help us!"

"I beseech you! Give us your divine blessing!"

(Aargh! Stop, please, I can't think!)

... Anyone, please help us...

"Aahh! Stop it!!"

The voices finally ceased before I could succumb to the noise in my head.

I fall to the ground, quickly supporting myself with my arms, inches before planting face first on the mud.

"What is this? Why am I hearing this?"

These voice, these voices of whom I know absolutely nothing about, why do I continue hearing them? I don't understand.

After thinking for a while, I realized that I will remain understanding nothing if I stay idle. That thought awoke me once more, pushing me to seek whatever there is to seek.

I change to a run, pursuing the sound that starts getting louder as the voices of multitudes seem to be bearing their fangs at something.

Arriving to a moderate hill top, one that overlooked an entire field. There stood a band of armored men, each one wielding a weapon while some rode horses.

To my right was a town from the looks of it, one nearly reduced to ashes -- constantly burning in scarlet hue -- as a few people wrapped in brown leather, wielding pitchforks and other makeshift weapons, try to defend themselves, and maybe even the town. Outnumbered ten to one.

Despite their best efforts, the villagers are all being taken down by the armored men.

I close my mouth as I open it, knowing the very words that will come out. 'What is this?' 'Why are they fighting?' it's all the same.

But, what can I do, is the better question. What am I supposed to do?

It's not like I can just simply run over there. I'm no hero, nor do I even know who I am. What reason do I have for recklessly rushing in there?

Because I hear voices in my head saying that they need help? Is that truly a logical thing to follow?

Is this fear, is this cowardice, or pride maybe. I don't know. What will me being there change anyway?

As I continued to dwell on the thought, the ranks swelled as more knights came galloping from the left, making things dire for the villagers, giving them little to no hope of getting through this alive.

As the ironclads came, they also were endowed by a banner, one that was imbued with purple thread, one possessing the image of two knights -- stitched on with a golden thread -- whose arms intertwine as their swords pointed upwards.

In front of the what already seemed to be invincible ranks of soldiers, one of them stands out, wearing a sly grin and a purple gown, one not fit to wear for battle. The scarlet haired beauty was indeed profound, one that could confuse soldiers of her presence in the battlefield.

Her army makes steady progress in advancing to the already destroyed town, yet she seems to want to eradicate the entirety of it, sparing no one.

My hand begins to tremble, shaking as if wanting me to do something in order to stop this feeling that might consume me.

I felt something from behind me, an unnerving sensation that gave a feeling reminiscent to being stared without notice.

I found in that direction a sword, a normal broadsword that had no special meaning to it, only that it was sharp and clean, untainted by war.

My body began to move, I had not control over it, yet I did not halt or try to stop this unusual marionette like feeling. It is as if there are strings commanding me, whereas only my mouth and mind are my own.

Touching the hilt, my body began to calm, the trembling on my hand ceased, and all that was left was the sound of more innocents being driven to a corner, then slaughtered without remorse.

I thought about something. How about I let myself be controlled? It might lead to me finding an answer however little it may be.

Should I let myself be swallowed by the unknown? Or will I dictate all this, resulting in more cowardice and indecisiveness.

... My reason for being, I must find it. I will not let anyone dictate my future. Nothing is more terrifying than being somewhere you don't know, and not knowing why you are here.

In that case, I must move with my own two legs. 

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He took grip of the hilt, breathing heavily as his breath made a small cloud of smoke, dissipating in an instant.

He examined it, as if he was accustomed to doing such a thing. It felt like they were communicating. Steel and a mortal, sharing one mind? Unheard of, however, it may not be that far from becoming the truth.

It was too normal, carrying no distinctiveness to it, yet he found himself staring longingly at it, telling of a reunion. With the blade? Or with the sensation of holding one perhaps?

Without another word, he turned around, walking towards the moderate hill, overflowing with resolve as his eyes changed focus, emitting his emotions of determination and steel, but with a hint of doubt.

Did he allow himself to be taken over, or did he find the resolution to face the hardships knowing that the odds may be low.

Nevertheless, he continued on, emerging on the top of the hill, looking upon the advancing ranks of enemies.

With a single step, he began his journey to a world he knows nothing about. Where even his actions might not make sense.

The eyes of the soldiers were focused on one man. He who stood nonchalantly in their great march, he who made them stop due to unwariness and uncertainty. Then came the silence as they stared each other down.

Even the retreating townspeople stared at him, thinking deeply about his intentions instead of escaping to the inner districts of the town.

He intercepted the army, standing in front of them, being the gate that stood as an aegis for the townspeople.

He held the sword in front of him with two hands, catching the attention of the commander, the beauty of a sly woman. She raised an eye brow, whipping her hair to the side as she sees prey. Brandishing her rapiers.

"Oh, what might this be? A hero perhaps, or an imbecile."

She raised her hand, ordering her troops to advance even further, ignoring, or taking down this foolhardy blade wielder.

Fifteen steps is what they took, he needed five more to bring them into his distance.

They marched in unison, creating a fearful sound of a great army approaching.

As three of them advanced, his muscles began to move, react in the presence of an enemy.

They drew their blades, cleaving downward with a man's greed in tow.

In an instant, he sent their blades flying back as they now wielded nothing but air.

He stared deep into them, sending a chill down their spine as they retreated. He set his sights on the enemy general, forcing her to halt their advance.

She knew that he would be taken down, but her playful attitude began to take over her, bringing out the worst in her character.

“How brave. You are the kind that simply entices me.”

She licks her lips as she utters her words, looking ecstatically at the warrior over yonder.

From behind him, from the windows of the two story structures, the people of the town looked in amazement as one made stopped the advancing army twice, thinking that he may be the false god, Yaldabaoth, or maybe, just maybe someone had answered their prayers, and thus bringing him.