Powder and Sorcery

VI

I find myself in a never ending nightmare, hiding in a crater, a hole in the ground. Screaming and death all around me, machines of pure war, faceless die, their bodies ripped apart. I had to kill many, stab, shoot, break their skulls, all I want to is to escape this hell. War planes fall from the sky, large metal beasts blow up people and they die themselves in a spectacular explosion, burning figures try to crawl out, their screams echo out. Silenced by the war cries. I broke down, clutching my head, the rain soaks me, it washes away the blood. As I reach my breaking point all goes silent. The rain stops and the sun finally breaks through, birds chirp, opening my eyes, everything is peaceful, grass, trees and flowers, birds chirp. Crawling out of the hole I look around, all is fixed, as if nothing happened. Again, I see him, he haunts me, standing there, looking out at the sunset. I slowly approach, not knowing what to really do. 

Me: Who the fuck are you? Why are you constantly showing up?

It looks back over it's wings, gesturing to the empty space next to him. Approaching him there is a sense not of danger, but something else. 

Me: Why are you always stalking me? Who are you? 

Mihr: Child, you ask for my name and I give it to you. My name is Mihr and you, you are the one that is chosen by me, you are my apostle. 

Me: What are you then? An Angel, demon or a god?

Mihr: It all depends on how you look at me, to some, I am an Angel, to others a demon. But God I am not, for I am inevitable, a force that exists. 

Me: Still, you really haven't given me an answer. 

Mihr: I am conflict, war but also the thing that comes after it, rebirth, a new hope. You see this field. It is here because blood was spilled over it, it gave birth to beauty and new hope and life. War is assured, but at the same time, is necessary.

Me: Why?

Mihr: A wildfire breaks out to burn down the existing to create space for the new. A sort of rebirth of a forest and so is war. Old dies off, corruption burned away and once it is gone, new saplings sprout out. It is a never ending cycle. 

Me: So you are a god. 

Mihr: No. I am the law. Your power, your gift child, it is not from this world. You see, in another dimension, this was a common thing, it wasn't made from magic, but manmade. All that you saw, was human made to kill other humans. No magic, simply technology. 

Me: So why did you bring me here? 

Mihr: You are me and I am you. You are my wielder and for that you kill not out of fun, but out of necessity. You are no army, but a single person, you don't kill down armies, you only cut down smaller numbers. Wield the gift I had given you to kill not the innocent, but the corrupt and wile. 

Me: But how do I know if they are corrupt and wile like you said?

Mihr: Another gift awaits you when you wake up, one that will help you out. You can die child, all of mortal beings die, but you will not die by normal means, only a select few things can kill you. You will feel pain, suffering, but you won't die, no matter how painful it is, you will persevere. Now, child, wake up, there is a soul that awaits you to wake up. Pure as the morning sun, innocent as a newborn baby and as bright as the shiniest star. 

He snaps his finger and everything goes dark and the next things is I find myself in a bed, machines hooked up to me. It is dark, the moon can be seen outside of the window. It is lonely here, but I feel fine. I disconnect everything that is hooked up to me and get up. A little shaky at first but alright soon, looking down there is the scar, completely healed. Walking to the door I see myself in the mirror, there I notice the change that had happened to me. There  I see my real self and I see look down again, I wear the clothes. I have changed completely. I look exactly like him.