From Heroes to Gods

Act 1:Searching for Fear

Author's Note:

Hello Guys!

This story is actually a requirement in our school.Yup it's a project!To create your own story about the Ancient past but you should put a twist though,cool right!Yeah you may say it's hard but once you start writing a story,your imagination starts to burst out with wonderful ideas so that's why I finished writing this story and well I just wanna share it with you Guyss,okiieee?? Hahaha! Lovelots ^.~                              ~> Eyakarya

 

"I have traveled among the stars,and trembled before the gods.I have felt the wrath of Olympus as they destroy those who have disrupted the orders whom they were foretold.

I witnessed the exiles of the wise men whom have been said to invoke deception to their companions and the murders of those who are innocent.....

I entered the most bowel parts of the nether regions for thus a man can claim the soul of his beloved.I've seen failures and victories, countless funerals and numerous feasts.....

Of this world I have entered.....

I have found fear....."

     It was the year 1914 the beginning of world war one. I was one of those fortunate enough to join the war and to fight for freedom against them evil tyrants.

       I’ve witnessed so much killings and bloodshed some of them were my comrades and many of them were those innocent people who only wanted peace and serenity.

      I have shed countless tears as I hold my brothers lifeless body. My mind was filled with grief that became anger for what I saw, even though I want to cry it seems that I could no longer shed a tear.

       Only one thing was on my mind, was to go back home to see my family, my wife and my newborn son.

       But it seems that it will take much effort to see them again, before I forget, my name is Fredereich Faust I really never wanted to be a soldier in the first place, I was raised in the countryside along with my brother my father was a farmer while my mother was a shoemaker.

        Life was hard but at least we were happy, years have passed and my parents grow weaker and weaker every second that me and my brother were away, next thing I knew it, they were gone.

         Story of my life it seems, now I’m all alone in this area they call a battlefield no one to rely on but yourself thinking to myself, whose my savior now Jesus or a gun.

         That evening, the battle ceased temporarily it was time to plan our next move on how to infiltrate our foes. To this evening I was rather uncomfortable on things going around here in our camp, there is a slight feeling that something wrong might happen. Well, if anything happens I will be ready.

         As the night grows deeper I’ve decided to rest for a bit while holding the photograph of my family in my hand and as I remembered there was this dream that my wife was crying for an unknown reason and another weird thing is, I was in this world not familiar to me. I could see men in armor and horrifying creatures was I having a nightmare? I asked myself.

             Suddenly I was awoken by loud explosions I could smell gun powder all over the place I rapidly grabbed my rifle and investigate on what is happening outside.

            My drowsiness faded as blood showered my face, we were being ambushed! I fought my way through many German soldiers try to shoot me down.

            On the other side I’ve spotted that one of my comrades was badly injured all was I want to do is to save my fellow soldier. I swiftly went to him carried him away but suddenly two loud gunshots blasted through my ears my vision was getting blurry and it seems that my breathing became slower, next thing I know I was brought down to my knees for the two bullets that pierced my body.

            Unable to move I bid farewell to those whom I admired and loved so much, even though I want to see your faces once again, it would much futile as I feel that my heart is slowly giving up on me…