"Wake up..."
"Wake up.."
"Your story is far from over."
My eyes open wide along with my mouth taking in a large breath of air. The blinding light above tells me I'm not dead, but the pain in my right arm says I'm getting there. On top of my I can the corpse of a red goblin, or at least it looked one. Really hard to tell with a spear through the face. With a grunt I pry myself up with the right arm to get a look at my near death bed. All around me for miles are plains littered with the bodies of monsters and men and women in armor.
"What the hell happened here?" I thought looking at all the carnage. Some men were in pieces laying around, others were forever stuck posing their last stand against these monsters from hell, while the women's bodies looked as if they were about to be used by the orks if not for the arrows sticking out of their heads like pin cushions. One thing was for certain though, I was the only one getting up from this graveyard. Reaching to my left arm to examine the wound I notice on my shoulder plate a black smudge underneath the blood. Grabbing a nearby soldier's cape I wipe away the blood to reveal a Black Dog's head howling.
"Oh... I remember now." I say laying back on the grass watching the some stray clouds stray clouds pass overhead giving me shade. Closing my eyes I let out a hard sigh "It all started 300 years ago..."
