Preface
Red, that all I can see, head pounding with pain, hands shaking uncontrollably along with the rest of my body as I laid there on the cornet sidewalk. I can hear sounds of panic, of sirens, and of thunder from the clouds above. So it started to rain when I was lifted onto something that was cold, yet soft and comforting. A mask was placed over my face to help me breath, but it didn't work. I was still shaking like a fish on a pier, looking for the water in which it should be in. They strapped my down tight, this time I only shacked half as much this time, but did not stop. From what I could see, the red was just the beginning. I've been through these images hundreds, if not thousands, of time over my short life.
An army, an ancient one, marches through burning countries, cities, and villages. Lead by a man of immense power; able to bring the strongest of leaders to their knees, enslave the populous under threat of mass execution and famine, and persuade the world to fall back into a time of ancient kings. He rode a black horse, covered in bronze armor. Wore a black armor, from head to toe, and wielded a bronze sword. The armor chest piece showed a lion's head outlined in gold, making it stand out.
The image changed again, now he stood atop a stage, made from the bodies of the dead in which he conquered. He stood there, looking over his army, which went on for miles, as they roared in victory and future bloodlust. He raised his hand toward the horizon, silencing to army. Then he spoke.
"I once built an empire, but not like this one" He stated, his voice was young but slightly muffled by the helmet, the army roared again from his statement. He silenced them once more, now pacing back and forth on the stage of bodied.
"When I awoke from my tomb of sleep, the world was different; far different when I was still alive. I explored this 'new' world, and I was horrified by it all." He paused, "The Gods abandoned everyone and when into a form of hiding. Allowing this new 'God' to spread, for he was fake anyway. Never really existed, but it was set into the mind of those and planted the seeds of heresy!"
The army booed, raising their weapons in protest of the false God. Silence quickly followed.
"This 'God', could do nothing even if he existed. We slaughtered all those who 'believed' him, and those who complied were met with only scars and branded with memories that cannot be forgotten!", He chuckled at a thought, "I pretty sure you all had pleasures already as well." The army roared in agreement as the image faded away, so did I.
When I awoke though, I wasn't the only one in the hospital room.