"Kill them all!!!"
"Kill those bastards!!"
"For the kingdom!!!"
"For EDEOVEA!!!!"
"Knights of DUSTMEADOW, bring honor to your Grand Duke!!!"
A vast expanse of green that was once the playground of elves and spirits was now left with corpses and a blood mare. It was now a bloody battlefield, swords beheading Sauroux's bastards, daggers slitting throats, spears impaling several bodies, swords slaughtering enemies.
It was a horrible conflict.
We were in the age of war.
-
When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred by something red, my head was heavy and I couldn't breathe properly, and there was a ringing in my ears.
Why was I so exhausted?
Looking around, all I could see was a dark fog, it was like the post-match of an explosion. Why was my body so heavy? Was I wearing something made of iron? Or was it my exhaustion after I was burned? Is this the so-called hell?
Why don't I remember correctly... why is it so foggy?
"Where am I?"
"Kill him!!!!" He's a bastard from SAUROUX!!!""" ""
Out of the fog was a man riding a horse with eyes of blood, covered with a bloody carpet, he was a knight. Waving his sword, he was determined to cut my neck.
"What-"
"What the fuck are you doing!!!"
Not having time to realize what was happening, a spear was thrown from my back. Piercing the knight directly between his eyebrows, it pierced his head and came out with a piece of his brain.
The horse passes in front of me, with a corpse hanging over him, disappearing into the fog.
"Get a hold of yourself Vail!!!" We are at war!!!"
Grabbing both my shoulders, the man who just saved my life was shaking me. Just who is that?
"Stop!!" You can let me go now!!!"
A man stood in front of me, with apple-green hair and golden eyes, wearing armor covered in blood.
"Get a hold of yourself, sir, we are at war! If you die, it will be by offering my head to the tyrant who is your father that I will be forgiven."
"I'd rather set foot in hell than face his anger!!"
Looking at the man who, little by little, was collapsing in the face of what he imagined, I couldn't help but say something.
"And you, sir, who are you?"
""...
"Divine splendour... Don't tell me you've lost your memory...???
"I think so."
His eyes had lost all signs of life.
"Oh heaven, I'm good at being impaled by bulls!!"
I think it was too much for his vase.
-
Two men were sitting in the middle of the war, facing a situation more serious than this war itself.
"So..."
"You have lost your memory?"
"Yes."
"The only thing you remember is your name."
"Vail Crowe"
"Is that all?"
"Are we in deep shit?"
"No, I'm in the shit and I'm dead."
"What's your name?"
"Thutaes, your butler. "
"I'll explain to you in general, so-"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
A man wielding his sword runs towards us, missing an eye and an arm, covered with wounds and arrows planted in his back, he was like a berserker, a mad dog.
"Tch, shut up."
Thutaes stands up and wields his sword, with a movement as soft as water, in a split second the man who was running towards us was beheaded. His head rolls on the ground to my feet.
"Well, sir I'll tell you the things you need to know right now. Listen carefully."
"You are the son of the baron, Silver Crowe of Sauroux. Aged 15, you are the only son of his lineage. In three months you will be admitted to the Ebor academy until you turn 20. At this moment the Empire of Sauroux is at war with the kingdom of Edevea, precisely against the Grand Duke of DUSTMEADOW."
"I see, and how do I recognize them?"
"They have a falcon crest holding the head of a snake on their breastplate."
"Uh."
"What's the matter, sir?"
"What is our goal?"
"Kill all the bitches of DUSTMEADOW."
"Is it normal for a butler to speak like this?"
"It's adrenaline, sir."
Thutaes smile, it looks like he held back for several years to not kill someone.
"Let's go, sir. Maybe killing some DUSTMEADOW bastards will make you remember."
"Thutaes."
"What?"
"I don't know how to wield a sword."
"...use your fucking fists sir!!"
Lifting his sword to the sky, he shouted.
"For the Baron of Sauroux!!!"
In what shit i have gotten myself?