Dream-A Fallen Army
Dream during the morning of July 24th.
I don't know how it began, only that the first thing I remember is being in the midst of battle, people screaming indistinct orders around me, metal scraping against metal, and that my body was in motion. I was running across a muddy plane, my guards in attendance. I couldn't be going into battle alone, after all, if I died, the king would lose a most important male heir. Even so, I threw myself headlong into a group of our enemies, the heavy plated metal armor I wore weighing my body down as it moved over the land. Crimson trim decorated the edges of my silver armor and that of my kin. Long blonde, almost pale white, hair trailed behind me, but not in some graceful pattern. The exertion of moving under such a heavy burden kept my face sweaty and dirty, making the hair stick to my cheeks and forehead. I gutted the first enemy without even feeling the blade pass through his stomach. I hardly saw the blood on the blade, only the bodies on the ground. All I could do was stand there in shock while my guards pulled me back to the safety of my army. I had grey eyes...alarmingly colorless, and filled with the mounting shock that I had just killed a man and felt nothing. Less obviously, I had slightly pointed ears of Elvenkind.
I don't think I had ever killed a man before that time. Maybe I thought there'd be some pleasure in gutting an enemy? In being triumphant in battle? I couldn't even bring myself to admire the skill of the kill. The brown dirt caked my face, the air hung heavy from the storm that filled the sky to the brim with grey, bulging thunderheads. The clouds were pregnant with rain, but they hung there sickeningly stubborn, leaving us to the humidity.
And that's when they came...not our enemies clad in their blue trimmed armor...but the peasants. I had been taught that they used peasants in battle, but never had I seen it before. Groups of them lined up and slowly ambled towards us, their bodies thin and pale. By god, their faces...they were like the the living dead..as if they had lost all meaning in their lives. On their heads, they supported a barrel of explosive material that the enemy would detonate as soon as they got deep enough within our ranks..killing as many as they possibly could. One of the peasants got close to me and I got a good look at that horrid, empty face..so thin and frail, a slender body with barely any muscle in his limbs and dreadful frazzled white straight hair that looked broken and unhealthy....with eyes so devoid of meaning and soul. I knew I couldn't let him get by or many would die.
So I swung the sword and attempted to behead him. The most sickening, vivid moment I can remember....that sword not going through him in one fatal swoop, but sticking in the vertebrae in his neck,..the flesh was so hard and yet melting away with soft tissue and blood that split away from the blade. I had to force it...I had to force my sword to go through his neck.
I could have wretched.....but instead...the dream ended and I woke up. Not quite the catch up journal I would liked to have written..but enjoy this look into my subconsciousO_o
I don't know how it began, only that the first thing I remember is being in the midst of battle, people screaming indistinct orders around me, metal scraping against metal, and that my body was in motion. I was running across a muddy plane, my guards in attendance. I couldn't be going into battle alone, after all, if I died, the king would lose a most important male heir. Even so, I threw myself headlong into a group of our enemies, the heavy plated metal armor I wore weighing my body down as it moved over the land. Crimson trim decorated the edges of my silver armor and that of my kin. Long blonde, almost pale white, hair trailed behind me, but not in some graceful pattern. The exertion of moving under such a heavy burden kept my face sweaty and dirty, making the hair stick to my cheeks and forehead. I gutted the first enemy without even feeling the blade pass through his stomach. I hardly saw the blood on the blade, only the bodies on the ground. All I could do was stand there in shock while my guards pulled me back to the safety of my army. I had grey eyes...alarmingly colorless, and filled with the mounting shock that I had just killed a man and felt nothing. Less obviously, I had slightly pointed ears of Elvenkind.
I don't think I had ever killed a man before that time. Maybe I thought there'd be some pleasure in gutting an enemy? In being triumphant in battle? I couldn't even bring myself to admire the skill of the kill. The brown dirt caked my face, the air hung heavy from the storm that filled the sky to the brim with grey, bulging thunderheads. The clouds were pregnant with rain, but they hung there sickeningly stubborn, leaving us to the humidity.
And that's when they came...not our enemies clad in their blue trimmed armor...but the peasants. I had been taught that they used peasants in battle, but never had I seen it before. Groups of them lined up and slowly ambled towards us, their bodies thin and pale. By god, their faces...they were like the the living dead..as if they had lost all meaning in their lives. On their heads, they supported a barrel of explosive material that the enemy would detonate as soon as they got deep enough within our ranks..killing as many as they possibly could. One of the peasants got close to me and I got a good look at that horrid, empty face..so thin and frail, a slender body with barely any muscle in his limbs and dreadful frazzled white straight hair that looked broken and unhealthy....with eyes so devoid of meaning and soul. I knew I couldn't let him get by or many would die.
So I swung the sword and attempted to behead him. The most sickening, vivid moment I can remember....that sword not going through him in one fatal swoop, but sticking in the vertebrae in his neck,..the flesh was so hard and yet melting away with soft tissue and blood that split away from the blade. I had to force it...I had to force my sword to go through his neck.
I could have wretched.....but instead...the dream ended and I woke up. Not quite the catch up journal I would liked to have written..but enjoy this look into my subconsciousO_o