Who am …?
Where are we?
We? I am confused is it not I? No we can feel it is we? Why is it us instead of I? So the question isn’t who am I but who are we. Why do we need to ask this? To know the answer! What will the answer do for us? What will it do, well nothing really I just want to know. Why? Why do we not ? Because there's nothing for us to gain? Gain how do we gain things at all and why does it matter if we gained something? To WILL WE SHUT UP FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND I THINK WE ARE TRYING, to remember how we... about how we got here.
…well do we have any idea?
… NO We do not currently remember.
… but I do?
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN … you not we?
Why are you, you and we like us. Because I am me and you are you.
Then who are you? I am Erick River. I am a swordsman and I was the strongest. WAS!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THE STRONGEST WE ARE THE STRONGEST!!!!! Do you have to be so loud in my ear, fuck do we have ears now. Now you are also not me why? And sorry about yelling I’m just very angry for some reason. Erick is the first so that’s why he remembers first and I’m the smartest so I remembered second but I feel like I’m third why?. SOOOooooo if I wait a bit I will remember me too and I will stop being you.
“My god. How they communicate is amazing I should have thrown some mortal souls in the blender ages ago to see what happen. And why THE FUCK! did number three get it before mine.”
Yes if you wait a little while you will remember just like us but my memory is fussy, Erick can you tell me the last thing you remember? By the way my name is June for the record you should be thankful I’m telling it’s been a while since I used my name.
Hi I’m Erick and the last thing I removers is I died.
Seriously... ME TOO ARR FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! The blonde guy. Ok Erick and you what’s your name your name? can you tell me how you two died in detail so we can get a better understanding of our predicament.
Ok I was walking down a mountain road, where a man approached me he had a glowing spear and he wore white and had long golden hair and Their was also a dark wooden shield that seemed taller then what a human should use. I think he had deeper golden color oh then he accused me of I think it was of heretical support and called me out claiming I was a follower of the void sister of blood the spider. FUCKING BURN IN HELL YOU FUCKING SHITS.
Are you ok?
Yes I was, but now I’m dead. I WILL KILL ALL YOU EVERRRRRR LOVVVVVED FUCKERS
“it doesn’t work like that my brother. Once you become my thing your always my thing. It’s how it works once your in the club you don’t get to leave. also why are you not even slightly unsettled about the situation. In the name of me not getting bored I guess I will throw number two a bone and calm him down for now”
“ HEY WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE AGREED THAT IF WE INTERFUCKINGFERED HERE SHIT COULD GET FUUCKED”
“Did we it seems I forgot, oops”
“DON'T FUCKING OOPS YOU FUCKING SLUT FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
“Calm down both of you, it looks like they starting to awake. See they have already comprehend that they exist and they done so a full 20 years early than we thought they would. Is’t lovely at this rate will be free in less than 3000 years at the minimum and and 30000 at the latest”
Or other guy what your name?
It’s are sorry forgot. What?
Well I don’t even remember the last time I had a conversation or when was the last time I wasn’t completely under my own rages thumb so yeah if I had one it been forgotten but I guess that just what happens if you go a few hundred years without actually speaking or thinking only shouting and fighting. On a side note year I’m also dead but now that I have calmed down it feels more like I was dead long before that guy killed me.
Does the man who killed you fits Ericks description?
Sorry I wasn’t really paying enough attention what did you say he look like again.
Then a with a crackly and a flash of sight the final fifty hour fight where where a mountain was all but flatten in a desperate fight between two martial artists. At first the three believed that this was in truest sense Ericks memories but the details were fussy and left the feeling that they were seen from an outsider's perspective.
A advance fury of flashes that displayed both might and speed that they could only be compared to the blows that came before constantly surpassing themself in what gave the feeling of a unstoppable blade against an immovable shield.The man in white desperately lashed out with a golden spear while cowering behind a simply wooden shield and yet and the very ground that lay under him gave way and the once impressive spear that seem to glisten with light during both night and day bent and chips as it mand contact with a beautiful black sword that seem to hold no features other than a clear means to kill on both sides. It was sharp and straight and it might seem to not be thicker then ones wrist.
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At times it seem to move with the weight of mountains and at others it seem like there wasn't even a sword in his hands but it always moved with a deep and almost profound grace and was held in his hand with a deeply intimately feeling that at time it seem like the swordsman forgot to grip it at all.
The swordsman was dressed in black robles that were covered in dirt and holes if not for the beauty of the blade one would not believe the swordsman every even owned a dollar. His features were undetectable as his face was covered in a fick and flaky layer of dried blood and slightly dripping mud to the point where even telling his natural skin tone was near impossible for those viewing this man fight for the first time.
But for one of the three present this was not the first time they had seen this fight for the swordsman was Erick. As Erick gazed down upon his fight he watched and judged himself. His attacks could have been but a little faster if he only he was just a little bit stronger. But this was not the current day and Eric had the confidence now if he were to fight this fight a second time he would not lose as he had before if only he had a second chance but nonetheless he was dead his time had come and gone.
He had failed to climb the mountain of strength to the peak he had been bested but if he was allowed but one wish it was to know how he died. How had he lost to this man. Where were his mistakes and could he have been able to change to the outcome.
He wanted to know could he have done better not to change the outcome of this battle but to wonder where he had gone wrong he was simply curious what weakness did he fail to remove. He throat back to his sisters teachings “Do you know why our clan calls our sword techniques the Art of Death?”
“Nope why?”
“Then think of an answer”
“... is it to sound cool”
“Hahahaha… unfortualinty your probably right. But before you get your hopes up it not the answer I wanted”. As I lost myself in thought, my sister with her deep black eyes that seemed to scream when you made eye contact turned to face me. Her face held a deep shit eating grin with a twist of madness that would probably have her labeled as a criminal and unsavory person if it was not that we lived on a mountain peak away from civilisation. However much I would try to remember her voice it always seem to be without presence. Only her eyes would leave a deep mark in your memory for they would always scream the same things. But that deep powerful emotion that was alway their but just at the back of the eyes like it was hidden away. It wasn’t until her final lesson did I learn what this hidden feeling was.
As if to pull me from my rambling the shield of wood had snapped in two. The man in the white robe seemed as if he changed during the fight because there wasn't a single place not stained red by his own blood nor a piece of flesh that had not bled at least once during this confrontation. Once his shield was broken within 0.0003 of a second I had removed his spear arm and severed his left leg. For nearly fifty hours I attacked the same place again and again from ten of thousands of different angles all to break that wooden wall that seemed all but impenetrable and I had done so receiving a total of 1 singular minor wound that was so thin it did not draw blood and made a total of 4 mistakes that I could find. The first my footing was out by seven millimeters when the fight began and remained that way for the thirst three strikes. The second I misjudged the strength of the shield early on and used too much stamina. The third and forth can be tied together came later around the 47 hour mark the spear change diameters in an instant but after I adapted and this new ability was ever more than a distraction and the forth I was confident in my win past the forty hour mark and became lazy which was how I received that one singular wound. For all my effort the assailant received a total of 5673 minor injuries and 34 serious or life threatening wounds and injuries.
I can accept my death now.
Although I was their to capitalize on every mistake this man made and yet every instance I WAS ASSURED of his death he never stumbled and never falter. His face never show anything other then an extreme devotion to victory.
A devotion to insure my death that even I could only admire. He was dying almost dead and yet his next words seem to drift through time.
I still don't understand why did I lose. As he lay the bleeding he began to smile. Maybe it not that I don’t understand stand but that I don’t want to.
It was rare for men to smile in the face of death but it was nothing I had not seen before but the words he spoke confused me. I did not. No I do not understand.
“You lose” he told me. But before I had the chance to correct his words with my sword I heard a much deeper voice although it bore a deep resemblance to the mans before me it carried much deeper power that gave me the sensation that I was but a drop before an endless ocean.
That I was facing a old being one that had been around since the dawn of time. The he was something always their sitting waiting to be forgotten so that no one could stop it as it rises again. And it seemed to be telling me that this time it wouldn’t lose.
“ I am the man who has surpassed you. I am your end. I am your messaged of death. Today your sin will be punished and as will the sins of all your false gods and their believers. Do you have anything to say in your defence know that your fate has already been decided the moment I became your enemy now what say you? For that was your greatest sin was simply to stand in my way.”
The next thing I knew. I was dead. But how?