He was awoken by the sound of rain, The static clinking of droplets against metal, with great difficulty he opened his eyes letting in the dull light of the world around him and the sight of the blackened sky. His memory was foggy, fragments of events he couldn't quite recall. an excruciating throbbing in the back of his head made him want to close his eyes once more. With a laboured grunt he sat up, and with a heavy heart he took in the scene all around him, Memories beginning to trickle back to him. All around him lay bodies, scattered and broken like brown leaves after the fall. Their banners and swords broken and laying in the crimson stained mud of the battlefield. He looked down into his hand and grasped his own blade. Blunt, Beaten and broken. He looked down at the ground, its soil now sustained by blood. Stabbing his sword into damp earth and with a scream full of despair and regret he stood up.
He was a coward.
The memories came surging back, just like the waves crashing into the shore, he was hit with the realization of what happened.
He stood row by row relentlessly marching with his comrades towards the enemy and soon, Their graves.
Over the hill the Heathens waited, The filthy savages which he had been told to hate and trained without end to slaughter
The charge had been a failure, His commander had greatly underestimated their numbers and the strength of his enemies.
When they were surrounded he watched as his comrades were cleaved down, their blood splattering over the bare chests of those barbaric savages.
He stood there shaking, and with unstable hands raised his sword cleaving into the unsuspecting brute, His skin splitting apart and blood squirting over his face, The savage stared directly at him eyes glazed over and mouth agape uttering a heretical prayer, before falling limp to the ground.
With all the might his trembling hands could muster he had wrenched the sword out of the heathen.
The force of which caused him to lose his footing, he fell backwards, his head hitting hard against the ground as everything went black.
He was a failure.
The surge of memories ended as he looked down at the blade stabbed into the earth, he fell to his knees and began to weep.
