Dono & M.Storm
A purpose.
Lone: Prologue
I lie on the plains of a battlefield. My mind spinning, my vision blurring, and my consciousness fading. Blood seeps out from many wounds. My wounds. My blood. I had prayed to Gaia before the sun awoke to cast away the darkness and reveal the bodies of the many who fallen from yesterdays battle. It seems I will be joining the ranks of the dead soon, for I am just a boy who was unfortunately caught up in an irresponsible man’s violent way of an argument. I’ll be leaving family and friends behind, the possibility of them getting my final letters is probably slim since what happened yesterday in the battle. Too much was lost. So many dead left behind.
I can taste something iron-like: it’s blood… My blood.
I can’t move, it hurts so much all over. I thought I felt worse but this is the worst pain that I have ever felt and I just want to die now. Please, someone kill me. It hurts so bad. I see a shadow coming towards me, is it Death reaping the souls from their bodies? Will it be painless? Or even more excruciating? The shadow looks down upon me, I look away from it, I’m scared and nervous now but barely hanging on to life. Please… I want to live. I’ll give you anything in exchange to fully recover and live. I don’t want to die.
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Lone: Chapter I-A
I awoke in a tent, surrounded by medical equipment that looked to be from long ago. A tray of empty vials on the nightstand beside me looked older than dirt and dust combined as I slowly make myself sit up on the makeshift bed to look around some more. There were rows of makeshift beds with other medical equipment by them but all beds were empty, some had indents where patients previously lied and others had dark bloodstains. Seeing those bloodstains made me remember seeing and feeling the wounds all over my body and my hands quickly went to feel along my torso as my eyes searched for any patched up wounds but there were none. Am I in some sort of mundane afterlife? I gulped hard about the thought of me being dead and now my soul has to wander around in this purgatory-like realm but I did my best to ignore that thought and placed my uncovered feet on the cold, hard ground.
At least there is feeling, I guess I’m not dead after all… I get up, slowly making my way towards the exit of this medical tent shelter with only a patient’s gown on. Where was everybody at?
I open the tent’s entrance, seeing an empty headquarter. No soldiers running around with supplies or getting ready to march towards the battlefield, no yelling or screaming of angry, hurt, or shell shocked brethren. Just silence in this obscured morning. The dawn’s mourning… I felt the unsettling fear creep up and down my spine, this was not right. There’s no way everyone was killed or left this area with only me being the single person here. This can’t be. I slowly looked around more, searching if there were any bodies, any sign that I wasn’t alone or something to make me feel relieved, this whole thing was not right. No weapons nearby, no set of armour, no food or water, nothing… Everything seemed to be empty. How could this be?
My mind raced with trembling thoughts until I remembered about the letters I never got to send back home. I made my way to where I was previously stationed at before going into battle and went into the group tent I shared with eight other men and went over to my cot. There were the letters, untouched and still had that yellowish clean paper look to it. I grabbed them, clutching them as if they were the last important things in my solitude. More so than a weapon and armour. I looked at the other cots, all empty, nothing else of interest in this tent and I left. I have to leave this area, no one is here. I now have no doubt about that.
Something gleamed a couple steps in front of me, it was on the ground. What is that? I went over to it slowly…
I lie on the plains of a battlefield. My mind spinning, my vision blurring, and my consciousness fading. Blood seeps out from many wounds. My wounds. My blood. I had prayed to Gaia before the sun awoke to cast away the darkness and reveal the bodies of the many who fallen from yesterdays battle. It seems I will be joining the ranks of the dead soon, for I am just a boy who was unfortunately caught up in an irresponsible man’s violent way of an argument. I’ll be leaving family and friends behind, the possibility of them getting my final letters is probably slim since what happened yesterday in the battle. Too much was lost. So many dead left behind.
I can taste something iron-like: it’s blood… My blood.
I can’t move, it hurts so much all over. I thought I felt worse but this is the worst pain that I have ever felt and I just want to die now. Please, someone kill me. It hurts so bad. I see a shadow coming towards me, is it Death reaping the souls from their bodies? Will it be painless? Or even more excruciating? The shadow looks down upon me, I look away from it, I’m scared and nervous now but barely hanging on to life. Please… I want to live. I’ll give you anything in exchange to fully recover and live. I don’t want to die.
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Lone: Chapter I-A
I awoke in a tent, surrounded by medical equipment that looked to be from long ago. A tray of empty vials on the nightstand beside me looked older than dirt and dust combined as I slowly make myself sit up on the makeshift bed to look around some more. There were rows of makeshift beds with other medical equipment by them but all beds were empty, some had indents where patients previously lied and others had dark bloodstains. Seeing those bloodstains made me remember seeing and feeling the wounds all over my body and my hands quickly went to feel along my torso as my eyes searched for any patched up wounds but there were none. Am I in some sort of mundane afterlife? I gulped hard about the thought of me being dead and now my soul has to wander around in this purgatory-like realm but I did my best to ignore that thought and placed my uncovered feet on the cold, hard ground.
At least there is feeling, I guess I’m not dead after all… I get up, slowly making my way towards the exit of this medical tent shelter with only a patient’s gown on. Where was everybody at?
I open the tent’s entrance, seeing an empty headquarter. No soldiers running around with supplies or getting ready to march towards the battlefield, no yelling or screaming of angry, hurt, or shell shocked brethren. Just silence in this obscured morning. The dawn’s mourning… I felt the unsettling fear creep up and down my spine, this was not right. There’s no way everyone was killed or left this area with only me being the single person here. This can’t be. I slowly looked around more, searching if there were any bodies, any sign that I wasn’t alone or something to make me feel relieved, this whole thing was not right. No weapons nearby, no set of armour, no food or water, nothing… Everything seemed to be empty. How could this be?
My mind raced with trembling thoughts until I remembered about the letters I never got to send back home. I made my way to where I was previously stationed at before going into battle and went into the group tent I shared with eight other men and went over to my cot. There were the letters, untouched and still had that yellowish clean paper look to it. I grabbed them, clutching them as if they were the last important things in my solitude. More so than a weapon and armour. I looked at the other cots, all empty, nothing else of interest in this tent and I left. I have to leave this area, no one is here. I now have no doubt about that.
Something gleamed a couple steps in front of me, it was on the ground. What is that? I went over to it slowly…