Our world has been plagued by war for more than a decade. Neither side willing to give in to the other. One side fights for patriotism the other out of duty and respect. This is my story. A story that started before the war even began. It's my fault this war got started. I didn't mean for any of this to happen and even though every bone in my body says quit I keep fighting. With everything I have. Even though we've lost so much in this war. Even though my own arm was lost in the process I keep pushing. Because I have to. It's the only way to save my people and save the world from slavery. To save the man who has never truly been the same since the loss of his brother. I cannot rest until he is saved. Until he finally allows himself to cry over his loss. The loss that I created. Ever since then the days have been blurred together and have been hard for me to differentiate from the other but today is different. Today we discovered something that may help us break through so it's time for me to go.

This is Vash Zwingli signing off hopefully for the very last time.
-Year 2xxx

I rubbed the stub of my arm after I had finished writing writing a journal entry in my book. "Time to get back to work" I mumbled then gestured for my attendees to help me join my mechanical arm up to the nerves in my left arm. I felt the twinge that told me it had been fixed and sighed rubbing my temples. I needed to keep this arm intact. It's not because we're short in supplies but I'd rather not waste our precious resources just to make sure I can shoot a rifle. One of my personal guards walk in so I put my arms down and stand giving him a quick salute out of respect. I doubt like having personal guards watching over me night and day but since I was the leader of the resistance and there has been many attempts on my life I reluctantly accepted. "What is it soldier?"
The soldier saluted then spoke "Commander. General Chad and Major Kira are here as you requested."
"Good good send them in please" The soldier nodded and saluted again before leaving. Not long after he saw the faces of his two closest friends in this war standing at attention before me. I smiled and gestured for them to be at ease. "I don't know how many times I will have to tell you such formalities are no longer necessary with me" Kira smirked and swished one of her long auburn braids.
"Come on Chief we're only trying to show respect for our leader." She responds.
I laughed at her response "Well try to show a little respect for our friendship ja? Anyways that's not why I called you here. I discovered something that may help us to break through and turn the tables on this war. For quite some time we've been playing this game of tug-of-war with the other side neither of us able to gain ground for very long. But with this we may be able to make one final big push for our side and change the outlook of this damned war. I'm going out to get it and you're coming with me." When I had finished they both gave me a look that made me think they thought I was crazy. They were both silent for awhile and when the silence was broken Chad was the first to speak.
"You know this is stupid right? You're our leader you're not supposed to be out doing the fighting. What would we do if you died in the field?"
I sighed rubbing my temples once again "You know as well as I don't like other people fighting for me and dying for me. I'm going to do this with it without you but it will be more likely that I come back if you came as well. I'm not worried about them killing me. Not this time" Then he thought to himself. Not like they could really kill me. Not easily anyways. We can still die if someone tries hard enough to make it happen. I learned that the hard way. I reached over to touch the remains of my left arm with my right and sighed. It was still too painful to think about the accident.
"Well why do you want to go all of the sudden anyways?" Asked Kira, "You've been here for the bulk of this war and didn't seem interested in the field."
"Because I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines and I'm the only one who knows where to go for this."
"Quick question. What exactly are we going out for anyways?" Asked Chad. At that I stiffened.
"You'll know when we get there.." I said quietly. They both gave me a funny look at that but they didn't question me. One of the good things about good friends. They trust you when you decide you don't want to talk about something right away.
"Alright then.." Chad said slinging his rifle over his shoulder, "Tell us what you want us to do."
"You will protect me as I go after what may change the war for the better. I trust both of you with my life so I have no doubts that the two of you are perfect for the job" I said. They were both still curious about what it was they were supposed to be doing but I left them in the dark. They didn't need to know just yet. Just like how I have yet to tell them about my flashbacks that had been happening more and more frequently because it had yet to hinder my performance any. All it did was make me space out for a moment or two. They are of some of my least favorite memories during the war but I lived through them once so why not again? It's not like I sing know what's causing them. It was obvious the same diseased part of my mind that ended up killing Matthew is causing this as well to bring my down even further. I'd hate to see what happened when they did hinder me to I was better off sitting in my tent. That would torture me to no end.
"So, shall we get moving?" I said. They both nodded and saluted again.
"We follow your orders sir." Said Kira. I looked between the Lily white Major and the chocolate skinned General and nodded.
"Then let's move out." I ordered then waited for them to leave before putting on my jacket and gloves. I hate when people see my left arm so I try to keep it covered as much as I can.