Aman

Ch 2: In the Battlefield

Aman was confused to find himself with a sword and a shield in his hands, and being surrounded by more than a thousand men, yelling vigorously and running forward.

He couldn't understand that where he was.

It was not long before he found his answer... he was in the middle a heated battle. He had always been sneaking into strangers' houses and watch the T.V while they were unaware of his presence. He had seen epic battles, melodramatic soap operas and some informative shows, from which he got some knowledge about the world and a language called English. For two years doing that same activity, he was able to grasp the language of English and could understand it well, but still he didn't have much knowledge about complex and long words from the language. And he also had grasped the hold of the knowledge about the world.

And he knew that this was a war. A war to be fought. A war he has never fought. A war he can never fight and get out alive of.

Why is he here?

And then he remembered that divine voice, telling that it will give him a second chance to live. Was this the second chance?

But how will he live? He couldn't fight, he had never learned to fight with swords and shield, and moreover, he didn't want to die. He was given the second chance to live and not to die again!

He could just die here because he didn't know how to fight. He had the weapons grasped in his hands. He had the armour protecting much of his fragile skin. And all he needed to do was fight using them!

"-It's easy! All I have to do is just swing the sword and kill!-" He thought, but then remembered that he had never killed a person in his life. It was so gruesome and grotesque. He could never imagined he would do that!

He could see strangers surrounding him, strangers wearing the same type of armour and hold the same type of weapons as him. His comrades.

He saw them charging at men wearing red robes and armed with nothing. His enemies.

And his enemies were strong.

They were constantly conjuring fire and all other elements, killing away most of his comrades. He was in a difficult situation and he could hope less to get out of it alive.

"Damnation!" he yelled out a swearing he had learned long back.

The red-robed mages were were less in numbers against their thousands, but still they were being overpowered. There seemed no escape from this then death, which Aman couldn't accept again.

Aman took his luck and decided to charge for there seemed no other escape. He charged with his comrades he just recently knew of. He didn't understand much but still charged. And then an explosion by a spell happened near him, killing his comrades into pieces, splashing blood all over him. A second explosion nearby burned him a bit but at most he flew back after a flying body body hitting him.

Bodies buried him, and his senses went fuzzy. He lost conscious.

The war took considerably less time to win by the robed men. There was no causality in the robed men side, but there was only death on Aman's side.

"Should we check for survivors?" a red-robed man asked to the out-of-crowd blue-robed man, who can easily be guessed as their boss or something.

"No need to search through a thousand dead men to look for survivors. I am very much sure that there are none left alive. We have to leave now and report our victory to the Emperor. We have busy days ahead, people! Let's move!" And like that, a total fifty-seven of the robed men, a total fifty-seven of the men who killed thousands in less than an hour, flew away into the skies and to far away lands.

That was when Aman regained his consciousness and got up through the corspes lying around him. A hundreds rooks and ravens were now flying in circles in the skies, clearly hungry for the food below. And Aman knew more such creatures would come attracted to eat fresh meat. He had to get out.

Smelling blood and death sickened Aman to the point where he was about to throw up but he held it in time.

It was not the place to stop and puke out. He had to hurry and escape. He looked around, the robed men had long left, he saw.

He got up, the same sword in his hands, his shield broken so of no use now, and walked through thousands of corpses.