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....-as he slowly opened his eyes regaining conciousnes due to the puddle of water that his head was in ... he looked around to see emptynes ... he slowly gathered his strength and clenched onto his sword that was still in his hand .. he felt weak and couldnt get up...thinking of her he finally gathered his strength and grunted using his might to get back on his feet stabbing the sword into the ground as he cleaned the water off his face with his eyes closed......* "what happened" *he asked the most obvious question at the tie but unfortunately no one was around him to answer as he turned his head looking around to search for anyone he could fine.....but all he saw was a vast field with black clouds in the sky as thunder roared .... with his still distorted vision he saw birds flying in a circle in the distance he could yet see clearly so he rubbed his eyes and tried to reclaim his head by shaking it wildly.* "umhhh" *he rubs his face to get rid of the water that was being an annoyance...he felt the water to be quite thick and sticking to his face... he looked down at his hand and his eyes opened wide in surprise but not horror only surprise... he searched the ground to look at the puddle he was in and found it to be a puddle of nothing else but blood spilled from the body of unknown warrior his eyes opened wide as he looked around and tried to recall his last memory....* "OH No" * as his mind served him he remembered being on a wagon heading back home after a mighty battle with the battle yet not ended it was time for them to leave .. he recalled his last memory of himself on that wagon...and the next thought that came to him was that of how he was deceived ....* "Karnack... ill get you for this......" *the name he took in vain was that of his some tie friend ... he knew he did not have time to waste so he took his blade out of the soil and back into his fist as he once again looked at the horde of carnivorous birds flying down in the distance with no other sign of life he sheathed his sword and ran toward the birds in hope that what ever they are attacking is alive and is good enough to be ridden across the large field as he was far away from home**after running for several moments his breaths got heavier and he pulled off the heave chestplate unwillingly and tossed it to the ground and began to unbuckle his armored skirt getting rid of most of his regal armor that showed he was a "knights hand" but all those honorable titles seemed VOID to him as he ran across the field to his only hope at a return to his home and his beloved's arms.......................................................

-he ran towards the edge of the higher sands and stood there staring down at the scavengers attacking the piles of dead bodies that lied there with a few of his comrades yet hanging onto the last string of life....he watched as they lied there in pain and so devoid of energy that they could not even scream in pain ... their standing and watching his fellow warriors and his so called enemies he went in a trans feeling their pain and their horrible fate his heard hardened and tears came out of his eyes that had seen too much blood in the past but had never seen it spilled like this... he felt pity for the pathetic fate that those brave warriors had fallen to... he drew his blade turned his heart to stone taking a deep breath trying to prepare himself for what needed to be done......he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath then jumped off the cliff unwillingly opening his eyes as he landed on his feet on the blood covered ground.... he looked around and then at his feet and words escaped his lips* "this is hell ... what a vile place" *he looked around ... in his short life he had seen much blood slaughter and pain but never before had it troubled his eyes and sent the sickening feeling to his gut that he felt as he watched as the scavengers ripped those who had a little life left in them leaving them in dormant pain sucking the life out of the bodies of the dying soldiers.....* "god forgive me i must do this" *he raised his red bandana that was at his neck and covered his face up to his nose like the mask of a rebel and gripped his sword as he rushed towards the nearest moving body on the floor and ignoring the scavengers pecking at the dying soldier raised his sword and stabbed it deep into the strangers chest ... his mighty blow killed him instantly ... he could see a thankful glare in the eyes of the soldier that died by his sword.... ... he looked at the corpse and then up to the creatures that feared his blade and backed away for him to leave ... he had no time to play with the carnivorous birds he had to head back home to the arms he longed for.. he wasted no more time as he got up pulling his sword out and stabbing any survivors and providing salvation from the painful death that the birds brought upon them slowly.... he went from corpse to corpse praying for their salvation not caring which country or army they were from...he continued killing those few who were dying slowly and had no hope of survival......* .... * he took a few breaths and sat down on the ground to catch his breath ... * "who could be cruel to leave his own dying soldiers to suffer such a pathetic fate ?" .. as he sat there covered in blood one of the many scavengers mistook him for weak prey and dived down at him with its sharp beak .... he was lost in his thoughts as the sharp beak of the scavenger headed down towards his back and deflected off of his shield hidden under his cape.... it was purely luck that saved his from the sharp beak.... the creature had come down with such force that its own beak had shattered ... it shook its head and cried in pain summoning his horde for help .... withing a few moments there were 5 scavengers and one man to slay them.... he got up and prepared his blood laced blade as he took a perfect stance facing towards the birds keeping himself at a safe distance and his eyes carefully watching each of them showing signs of how he was a good warrior with much experience to spare and make short work out of the creatures... he prepared his plan and lunged forward yelling out the name of his war master....* "FOR THE IRON KING* with just one might full swing of his blade he sliced through 3 of them and then with lightening fast speed he swung the sword again spinning on his leg like a top and even before the other two could see that their fellow attackers had met an end even their vile lives came to an end... and he stood back on both his feet shaking his sword cleaning the feathers off * " there you go stupid birds" * he once again stood alone with no one else anywhere around just him and large piles of corpses around him with scavengers ripping at the dead skin*.... *suddenly out of no where there was a shrill scream in the air ... it seemed he was not alone after all ... it did not take much time until he heard the scream again....* "HELP M...!!!" *his eyes widened and he rushed to follow the sound*.............. <MightBeContinued>

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