A vast sea of red covered the field, hundreds of bodies of young and old alike, the stench of death radiating all throughout the horizon, yet not a single sound can be heard except for two figures at the top. Ashan, a warrior in his 30s barely clad in armor yet not a single cut can be seen, wielding a single sword. Its metallic surface giving a dark rusted gleam from all the bodies it has cut down, yet its form is in perfect condition. Contrasting the solemn figure lies kneeling at the ground, a more heavily armored soldier, his shield and sword battered and unusable, his blood flowing under his armor.
"Damn it, if only we had someone chosen too, this battle would have been different" The general spats, glaring at the man standing in front of him. He knew he didn't have long before he joined the countless bodies surrounding them.
"I bet it feels real good to have been blessed and now return as a hero after killing countless young soldiers" He continues, at the very least before he goes, ---
But the man in front of him said nothing to him, looking past him towards the overall field of dead soldiers with a solemn look.
"Hey! Don't ignore me! You monster! The only thing youre good for is killing- hngk!" The general kept lashing out until a sword suddenly pierces him from behind. Someone else has arrived
"Shut up and just die quietly you scum. That's no way to talk to sir Ashan" says the new arrival, he wore the same outfit as Ashan, but unlike him, there were cuts riddled around and bandages on his body, his equipment chipped in places.
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"Garjan, how many of us are left?" Ashan asks, not taking his eye off from the horrid view.
"Including us, a few dozen. You can take it easy now, the rest has successfully stormed their keep" Gajan replies enthusiastically. "Thanks to you sir, holding off hundreds of their men in place, we succeeded faster than estimated"
Ashan looks at the sword he was holding, it's form still perfect but its luster fading with all the blood that's tainted it.
"Yet, most of our soldiers still died"
"That's just war sir, lives are lost for the good cause. But on the other hand, we can now say that the war is over" says Gajan enthusiastically. "And when we return, we'll be hailed as heroes!"
"… Heroes huh" Ashan sighs softly "Gajan, I don’t think I'll be going back with you" he continues, tossing his sword to Gajan
"S-sir? What do you mean by that?"
"I… I'm just tired."
"But, wasn't this your dream? After you've just been marked as one of the chosen?" Gajan asks, indicating a mark on his upper arm, a mark of lightning is embedded, softly glowing with power
"It was a na?ve dream of a young man, but now that the war is over, I can finally take a step back from all of this" Ashan says as he starts to walk away
"Where will you go sir? If you wish it, I can go with you!" Gajan says running to him
"No, it's fine. Im thinking of living differently, being a hero isnt for me anymore" He replies, not stopping
Gajan slowed his pace. It seems he can't stop him. "Then, I'll be the hero you've wanted to be, no even greater! Then I'll let everyone know of your name". He shouts, gripping onto his sword
But Ashan continues to leave, waving his hand as a goodbye.
That was the last time Ashan was ever seen on the battlefield, a legendary warrior, whose speed no one could keep up with, and power that no defenses could stop.
