I must admit, I’m getting rather tired of always being torn away from reality. I quite like being alive.

I can’t properly feel things like my creator but I still appreciate being able to just exist.

I just wish I was able to enjoy it more, I can feel joy and be happy but it’s not the same type of joy that she feels.

That was a forest I was just in and I didn’t even really feel happy about being there.

It was a new memory but it was duller than it should have been, obviously my creator can’t be flawed so that means that there must be something wrong with me.

What did that ritual do to me?

Or was I like this before the ritual, was it perhaps that evolution I went through?

Or maybe, I was just like this from the start but I never properly noticed.

Everything has just been one massive blur of events, there’s no true rest, the best I got was three minutes of getting to look at some stars.

Then it’s back to being summoned, fighting and dying for my creator, my own personal god.

Does she even like what I’m doing?

Is it really her I’m fighting for?

Or am I following the will of the Arthian Empire?

I can’t even think this over, my summoning is almost complete, the only reason it’s ever this fast is because there’s battle.

But, I can’t help but feel that this war isn’t my creators and if it’s not my creators then why am I a part of it?

In an instant a battlefield appears around me, ruining my sombre thoughts with its chaos.

We’re still in the forest but the trees are far more sparse and there’s a couple of patches of sand here and there which break up the bright green grass.

There’s also plenty of red splattered everywhere as well, no small amount of corpses are scattered around us either.

I can’t tell where the battle lines are, everywhere I look there seems to be a fight or a duel happening.

But, at least I have my creator beside me, alongside a few other humans but they hardly matter compared to her.

In fact, I’m starting to think that it’s because of them she’s in danger.

Not them specifically but more generally speaking, I mean surely some random grunts couldn’t have started this war, something like this didn’t just get started over nothing.

This war has layers to it, like the ocean, some of the reasons are in the shallow waters and lit up, such as how this is a war to reclaim lost land.

Other reasons have less light shed on them, like how the king is using this as a means to maintain unity.

No doubt there’s deeper and darker reasons as well, it doesn’t matter, I don’t think I need to know the causes, I just need to know how to keep her safe from the effects.

Stolen novel; please report.

In any case now I really don’t have any time to think more about our situation since she’s beginning to give me my orders.

Straining hard to focus solely on the rather messy raw emotions pouring through our link I begin to piece together her words.

“I, the castle is right up ahead. It’s being besieged, please protect us and help us break through it. I’m sorry.”

It’s not exactly what she said but it’s close enough, if it wasn’t thanks to our closer bond after the ritual I might not even have managed to piece together a single word

One key thing sticks out to me before I launch into action, ‘help us’.

Maybe I am really just overthinking everything, maybe there weren’t sides to this and the Empires war is hers as well.

In any case this battle is mine, if I don’t participate in it then she could be harmed and that is utterly unacceptable.

And so I lurch forwards, charging into the chaotic fray like a swordfish hunting a school of tuna.

It’s truly a complete and utter mess with no defined battle lines, it’s just a brutal brawl.

Quickly I snatch up a few swords from some fallen Rovers before moving towards the closest living one I see.

Thrusting out one of my tentacles I take him by surprise, skewering him and then hurling him at a group of his allies to knock them over.

Making it easier for me to just stride over and slash them a couple of times before they can get up and actually put up any resistance.

Swords really are rather handy and now that I’ve killed this group I’ve also gotten myself a couple more to use.

Grabbing the departed Rover’s swords I make my way towards another group, this one isn’t the closest group to me but they are one of the groups that is holding a dominant position on the battlefield.

Hurrying over to the dominant group I dispatch a few other lone Rovers along the way, lopping off their heads with powerful strikes or gutting them.

Since they're either engaged in duels or repositioning themselves it’s rather easy to kill them off and by the time I reach the Rover group I’ve already gotten my kill count up to eleven.

Turning around to face me, the Rovers rally themselves, pointing their swords towards me they form a wall of steel.

Slamming my locomotive limbs into the ground I ready myself for a new combat technique I literally just came up with.

I twirl myself around, spinning with such intense force that I actually produce a shrill sound.

Well, it’s the swords that are making that sound rather than me but still that makes me a musician of sorts.

Maybe I could actually learn how to do music if I can’t figure magic out?

Presently the more important thing is that it makes me incredibly deadly, as with great difficulty I spin my way towards the loose line formation that this twenty strong group has employed against me.

I lose a tentacle to a blade's sharp edge but immediately afterwards one of my swords slices a Rovers’ neck wide open.

Then absolute carnage follows as I move even closer and in the blink of an eye lose another two tentacles while killing a further three Rovers.

I’m swinging my tentacles too low but before I can lift them up more, a quick witted Rover ducks down and lifts her sword above her head, severing almost all of my sword tentacles.

The ones that remain unsevered have chunks cut out of them, still I’ve succeeded somewhat.

The Rover formation is somewhat broken, they’re certainly shaken.

While taking a large step forwards I pass one of the swords from my damaged tentacle to a non damaged one and then stab towards the cunning Rover.

She leaps to her feet and deflects my attack but in her haste she fails to notice the other tentacle I’ve swung at her head.

A crack rings out and her neck snaps a whole sixty degrees as I bludgeon her.

Pulling back my sword I stab at her again and this time she fails to deflect it thanks to her dazed state.

However, a desperate Rover dives towards her and slashes downwards cleaving through my tentacle.

Unfortunately for them, my sword still stabs into her, he may have cut my flesh but he couldn't cut kinetic energy.

Slamming into the ground thanks to his dive I easily finish him off as well.

Now all that’s left is the other Rovers and with what I presume to be their leaders dead, as well as poor morale, I doubt they’ll put up much of a fight.