Standing on the far lands, filled with demonic creatures, the enemies of our kingdom — this blade I hold within my aching hands, slashing through the thick layers of protective skin these beasts' possess and the steel metal the enemy soldiers' wear. These green flames of my attribute that cause million cries of agony with just a single cut.
For how long shall I spend my days — burying these screams of pain on the back of my head? Losing all sense of humanity just for the sake of keeping our kingdom's reputation? Fighting because of a political dispute I'm not even involved with?
I might have already forgotten most of my acquaintances. Friends? Loved ones? With the belief that such relationships do not matter — after witnessing multiple deaths of my comrades, the last moments of the commander; the Duke, and since I will be spending 20 or more years fighting in the battlefield, memories has become vague, feelings hazy.
Sometimes when I look at my reflection from my locket, I regain some of my senses. This black hair that I've gotten from my father's side and my face — my blue eyes' gaze that reminds me of my mother, as I stare to the small portrait of her inside of my locket. It refills my sanity.
Days, weeks, months and years felt all the same. Only the setting sunset was never a bore to watch.
Retracting with a mighty pull, my ignition burnt the freshly cut corpse into nothing but ashes. I clench my grip on my dull sword. My gaze, focusing on the black armored fellow that was walking towards my way.
"So you're the commanding Captain of Resvelt." the black armored fellow said with their menacing tone. "I'm Gerome Von Desirie, The crown prince of Desirie Kingdom."
".... Frederick Bullock." I replied, my stance unchanging. On guard and cautious while listening to the man who had just introduced himself.
"A man of few words I see." The Prince unsheathed his sword, flame engulfs his blade. "Flame fighting against flame. For the honor of my kingdom... DIE IN MY HANDS, FREDERICK BULLOCK!"
The prince, not wasting a second, dashes towards my way. His swordsmanship was praiseworthy and so was the way he had clashed with my dull sword. I could feel it. My aging body. And his slashes.. It had something — POISON! This smart cheater- the slashes of his flaming blade, although unable to cause deep wounds on my flesh, the poison slowly accumulated from the cuts. My veins raged as I felt my movements become sluggish and my senses getting duller.
Although the prince wore heavy armor, I caught a glimpse of his menacing smirk under that helmet. What a sneaky bastard. But to his surprise, I held my ground, able to keep up with his, the enemy prince's swords dance.
But of course the poison got me too good, before I had realized it, his blade had already pierced through my stomach. My breath felt like endless pukes of burning magma, coughs of blood as Prince Gerome twisted his blade in my guts. So this is how the fellows I had slained felt. Such aggravating pain.
"Yo...gre..." What? The prince whispered something against my ear. It must've been an insult, seeing that noticeable gut wretching smirk behind that helmet.
With the last ounce of my strength, I placed my grip on the Prince's shoulders. I gave him a glare, paired with a last smile before I had casted my last resort.
"Ignite."
The two of us caught on fire, a large strong set of green flames — my strongest spell. Unable to utter words, I just watched the burning man with me, screaming in agony until my mind went blank and my vision sees nothingness.
-. -. -. -
GASP?! AGH-!?
Woke up in cold sweat, my mind racing with the last bit of visage from the battlefield. My eyes scanned everything around me. Where am I? A room? I'm laying on a soft large bed. Where is this- I died. I know I died, I casted my strongest spell- How am I breathing-
My thoughts were then interrupted by a servant opening the large doors, pushing a cart filled with food. She jolted in surprise after seeing me awake and sweating bullets; my unconscious glare making her panic and call for the others.
My mind was hazy, rubbing my temples as I slide my legs off the bed, setting foot on the soft carpet beneath me. I looked around and found a calendar on top of the table beside the mirror. Flabbergasted of seeing my appearance, I rushed to see the date on the calendar. 30 years ago... "This was when I'm 15.." sweat drenched clothes hanged loosely on my fit body, my eyes widened, witnessing my younger built on the reflection in front of me. "I-impossible.." I whispered to myself, fascinated and confused.
Completely left in utter disbelief, wondering if I had truly went back on time or am I simply relieving my past memories.