Reign of Discord

4

The black water shines. It shines white, a perfect reflection of himself, looking into it as he frowns weakly from the memory, or better, lack of.

"Remember Jayce?"

"I don't remember."

"You led an army."

"I don't remember."

"You killed so many people."

"I don't remember."

"You were the villain in their stories."

"I don't..." But his duty now was to remember. He would see it all again, and again, and again once more. Now he swam into a memory of dusk, when a humble man sat at the top of a stiff mountain, watching the sun disappear before his eyes.

"I led an army..." And the sun is gone. He stands, this man, a representation of a heroic youth. This man, perhaps at the age of nineteen, with dark black hair covering a brown face, is discovered anew. His eyes, gleaming a furious green, lead him down the mountain to a camp. His camp. The camp of his soldiers.

"The others?"

"They have retired to their tents, sir." A boy, similar in age but dissimilar in color, replied. The man with the green eyes nodded the boy away and was left alone, walking plainly into a firelit tent of his own. How he got here, was not remembered. His ultimate task, a tedious one.

"Sir, permission to enter?"

"Permission granted." An older man walked in standing tall, wearing the same long cloak as the green eyed man.

"Have we heard any more news?"

"Not anything good, I'm afraid." The man with the green eyes sat and beckoned the same for the other man. They were here discussion war terms, deciding the deaths of others.

"Have they come forth?"

"They are retreating, sir...an awful occurrence indeed." And green eyes knew what this meant. Changes would diminish if he wanted to save anyone at all. But the lives were invaluable to him. He knew that.

"That will be all then, General." The older man was excused, and a boy around the age of thirteen bolted into the tent without warning.

"Jayce!"

"Hush, child. Where are your manners?"

"Jayce, sir! I need to tell you something important!"

"Then don't leave me waiting," Jayce remained sitting, ears open to the boy's words. This peculiar boy, who reminded him an awful amount of himself, had excitingly important news indeed. Jayce knew now the plan of action, one that would cause an ultimate victory in this game of death. He knew of revenge, he felt it in his veins. His eyes glowed strangely at the thought of finally crushing his enemy.

"They took everything from me. I wanted to return the favor."

"You remember, Jayce?"

"I remember my faults..."

And Jayce was again entranced in the cage of water, his mind dissolving as more horrid memories encased him entirely. 

A/N This chapter HAS to be dedicated to incorrecthoughts because of how amazing they are in a lottttt of ways. I totally see a lot of good from them, in writing and in personality. They reminded me that when you write things that are hard to get out...its for the better, and people will appreciate that, but you will appreciate it more! Also again, people can have so much in common. If you feel alone, sometimes you just have to keep looking...Please check out their works, its super good stuff, I promise ;D 

And I hope this chapter didn't bore you with confusion. Jayce's memories sometimes tend to bounce around...anyhow, ciao and happy reading!