Wolf:
'A battle is like a painting once all is still. The blood that stained the earth glowing with the sun. The splash of color appearing here and there from bodies of the victims on the ground. It all holding a peaceful but yet deadly appearance. Everything seems like it will last forever as any painting does. The sight after a glorious dance of blood, the sight that haunts so many. It is not the battle that you fear, how can you when there is no time to think. It is the after mass, the sight of this that burns into your skull to forever stay. My eyes traveled over just a sight, a sight of so much death but life at the same time. The warmth of scarlet blood sticking to my flesh as I just stood there overlooking the scene. Suddenly figures curled around my ankle and I looked down a small frown appeared on my lips, the moment that was so nice was ruined because one prop so to say moved. Looking to the face of a beaten frighten boy no older them me, his lips mouthing the world Help. I just looked to him for a few more seconds before I pulled from his grip and turned to face him. Sword was brought up over the man and then down, slicing threw the neck. He flinched some, let out a gargling grunt like sound and fell silent and still. Smiling now, the peace of this scene had return. Ah it was so nice, everything so still and silent. But tomorrow was a new day, tomorrow I will paint another scene to bask in after the day. Oh I wonder how many they will send this time, How many would try and pass this field. Turning I looked behind me, no more then 200 soldiers where there. We had started with 300 now it was down to 200 since it had been close to a month of this. This Field was at the mouth of a Pass, only one way in and that was threw us.'
Slowly my eyes looking to the ceiling as I sat up, my back aching some for laying upon it to long. My mind still a cloud from what I had just woken from. Shaking it slightly I tried to clear the fussiness. 'What was that?' I asked myself not understanding it at all. Shaking my head some more I jumped down from the hamick and moved off threw the others and out to the upper deck. I stood there looking around, looking to the sky as I wonder what in the world I had just dreamed about. I had similar dreams before, but not that vivid and well real like. I could still feel the lust of the battle, the blood on my face but as I placed my hand there, there was nothing. A small shiver ran down my spin as I wonder what would have made that dream come about. I did not suspect it to be form my past, I did not understand how it would have been possible for me to be with in a war like that. I was a Pirate and always have been not a Soldier, right?((Black is the dream))
