Mercenary: Chapter 1

Through the dark shadows of the past,
 i stumble to the field of blood,
of hate,
from distant horizon flames of war raises to the skies,
united armies ride through the field,
believing in to the promise of eternal life.

Heavy metal plating on my body,
dull sword on my hand,
two slain bodies rest against my legs,
i raise my scarred face,
and look around on the field,
dead bodies all around,
men,
women,
and children,
no mercy for the weak.

I walk foward,
heavy weight of my armor pressing the bodies against the ground,
as i walk over them,
no one is left alive,
the massacre of common folk,
with saddened mind i look at the impaled children,
before a cry of despair echoes in the field,
i turn to my left,
and i can see a young girl above a elder woman,
she is crying,
and the silver tears drown into the flow of blood on the ground.

I look down,
and face the emerald green eyes,
and the angelic face,
which is framed by her golden hair,
emotiolessly i raise the the sword,
for my job is not to question anything,
my job is to kill everyone i've told to kill.

Soft,
piercing scream echoes through the air,
and then the screetching sound of metal,
and pain,
suddenly time has started to slow down,
as i take few steps backwards,
and as my sword fall's from my hand to the ground,
i look down and see the feather's of a crossbow bolt sticking out of my armor,
pain fades away,
and i'm surrounded by silence,
i look up,
to the angel's face,
she is screaming,
as blood pours on the metal plating,
from a slowing down organic pump.

I can feel the cold grip of death around my soul,
i can see her angelic face in horror,
so i smile,
for i know,
new dawn shall not shine to me,
the payment of mercenary is death,
the endless sleep.

I kneel down,
understanding of nothing,
what is going on,
i greet the sweet blackness,
and the last thing i see,
is the angel crying...