The time of heroes has passed. The ages of the empires and their glory have all passed. The world is on the road to annihilation. The demons have moved and their invasion and corruption can be seen in every corner of the world. The Gods which the people have believed in for years have not made a move. https://discord.gg/acEBNnnefG link for the discord server The world needs heroes. Guardians. Saints. Will the newly arrived humans be those heroes? Or will they just accelerate the fall? When the first wave arrives in the fractured western continent. Will the banner of the old empire be raised again by them. Will they fight to restore an old order or will they make a new order... Find out with me, as we watch Aidan, a newly arrived human. Struggle and find his place in this dying world. Will he rise or fall as a footnote in history?
View MoreThen I bounced up again as the wagon I was on went another bump, with that bump though, the screaming had stopped. As I looked around to try and see what the sudden screaming was about. I heard someone who was at the back of the wagon throw up. I looked other confused as to why they would so suddenly throw up. By the time that they had gotten ahold of themselves and were ready to talk we had already moved on a bit, and the putrid smell of their vomit had started to waft around. The smell of that was disgusting, and I suddenly found myself not wanting to know what had caused it, though I still listened in as they spoke.“Someone had...fallen off a wagon...I guess their legs were run ove
After the soldier had left, I got up and sat down on the left-hand side of the wagon. The hard surface of the seat, not at all feeling comfortable. Leading to me shuffling and moving around for a few minutes trying to at least find some sort of comfort on the seat. In the end, I just gave up and focused on the roll in my hand.Then I after looking over it and wiping off the little bit of wood that gotten caught into the roll as it rolled across the wagon. I began to slowly eat through the roll. It only lasted a few seconds before the whole thing was completely devoured. I looked at my hands for a few seconds wishing that the roll was larger so that it would last more. Finally after giving up hope for a roll to suddenly appear. I began to look around myself, and try to find something interesting to look at.Around me, were ten o
“Uhh…”As I slowly came back to my senses, I noticed that I was no longer in the wagon, but had at some point in time been moved outside. I was in the dirt.As I slowly got up, I spat some dirt out, that had somehow found its way inside of my mouth. Even then I could still swear that I could taste it in there.Next, once I was sitting up, I brought my wrist up to my face. On it, was the tattoo. It was done is a now what looked black in. The tattoo itself was fairly simple. It was a rectangular box, inside of which was a shield with a sun on, much like the flag of the country we were in. Behind that shield were two interlocking spears. Apart from that, there was some kind of writing below the image, but I had no idea what any of it meant. This was the first time in this place, that I had encountered this. In fact, as I thought it seems like I was incredibly lucky to not have run into this kind of problem before.
“Ahhhh!”A loud scream woke me up from my dream. When I looked around, all I could see were the others with who I had set camp. The man I guard just glanced back at me. In his eyes, I saw nothing. There was no spark, they were just empty and cold.‘Will I end up like this? Is this what surviving means? To become detached from the world..is this what I want?’“It is rude to stare at people you know.”I looked away, to the floor as I heard him. Then, still feeling embarrassed, I began to brush the dust around that was on the floor.“Dude, if you are just going to do that. Take guard duty and let me sleep.&
As I reached the fork again, I went right going down the only path that I had yet to take. I couldn’t hear any fighting down this path though at least not anymore. Sometimes I would come across some bodies, but I could not tell who is who. The bandits and us the slaves all were wearing the same style of armour. This would make it incredibly difficult to tell apart each other when I reach the fighting.Ting!I heard the faint sound of clashing metal, and could smell some blood. It made my stomach churn as I almost felt like I was back at the bandit camp, seeing Lance get riddled by the arrows. A tear began to fall down my face as I hit myself with my spare hand.Shake out of it! You can not be thinking of him for now, you have to focus. I must survive for him.
After a quick meal of the never changing stale bread. We all set off. I had made sure that I still had my knife on me. It would be my biggest mistake if I were to leave it behind. Who knows if I would be able to get an arrow to use as a weapon again.As we marched, it was quiet except for the heavy breathing and footsteps of everyone. Looking around, not a smile could be seen, most people had tears running down their faces. I heard a bit more about our previous battle earlier though from some people. The first wave which I was part of was the worst hit. Apparently around seven hundred of us have been killed i'm the initial assault. The rest was made up of the second of, they though encountered many more elite fighters inside of the camp, taking as much damage from the archers we had. The third wave didn't lose a soul though as by the time they had arrived the battle was all but over, making t
As we marched on, I looked around. Feeling much more lonely without having Lance around. His smile and laughter always seemed to make everything feel fine, like we weren’t slaves at all. He is gone though. Now all I feel is dread for what is to come.This was only the first out of ten battles and that was even if the words that the commander said could be trusted. I mean probably lied, just trying to give us some false hope to fight for. I mean who would let their slaves go and be free after making them experience all of this...unless they don't expect us to survive that long?The feeling of dread began to increase as I began to think and worry about what my future might hold...as I was thinking that same word came into my mind again, almost like a magic spell. Survive. It calmed me down, at least calmed me enough.
“Craw..Craw!”I sat up slowly, groaning loudly as I did.It felt like an age as I moved my hand to rub the dust out of my eyes.“Uhhh. Fuck! I feel like I have eaten something bad.” My ears began to ring at the sound of my voice.“That is probably due to this wonderful thing called a healing potion...all was it healing slave….I don’t know, but it did fix up your internals rather well. You have been through a nasty mess haven't you?” The new voice took my surprise. I hadn’t even noticed anyone there.As I looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice. I saw what was left of the
As we reached the woods, the now group of around three thousand survivors and me of course were all stopped. We then all slowly were spread out and divided into three groups of one thousand people.Then me and the rest of my group were told to advance into the woods first.I slowly began to walk forward, Lance was next to me. I kept looking around. My hands also couldn’t stop shaking.‘This is it. This has to be it. The bandits must be in this wood somewhere.’As we walked through the woods, I began to gradually slow down. At this point I was near the back of the group. Behind us though, were a couple of hundred soldiers, each armed to the teeth.
It’s another average day for me as I bike to work. My clothes, the baggy blue tracksuit and t-shirt, and my mood are identical to what they have been for the past month. I chuckle a little bit as the thought of what people would think of me if they saw me crosses my mind. As I glanced up at the rolling white clouds blocking out the sun, leaving the neighbours doused in dull light and flicker shadows. Like usual the dream of sun soaked days and enjoyable bike rides, floated in front of me like a mirage before fading away into the darkness.A few minutes later, I arrived at work, gently slowing down to a stop. A bump on the road sent me spiralling to the floor. Getting up quickly, I hoped that no one saw a thing. I finished the end of my journey by walking to the back. Fumbling around with the bike lock, b
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