Darren's POV
I had tossed and turned on the bed, nearly ending up on the ground. My night was restless, the nightmares racking my nerves the hardest in years.
I dreamt of old wars, watching people die in bloody battles. Human wars over the centuries had been one bloody brawl to another. I had monitored a few, trying my best to reduce the damages. Many were based on greed, a human emotion that ate through them like a cancer. They could wage wars for the craziest reasons, wasting the lives of their men in the process.
Families could be pitted against each other. Allies forced to slit each other's throats. Friends killing each other at a king's order. Deception and lies fuelling the rage that burned in the hearts of men as they marched in perceived honour to fight for their kings.
