English is a foreign language for me. Sorry for mistakes.
Each of us has his own reason to fight - and win if he deserved anything...
The dark sky falls on my shoulders. It is gloomy, low-hanged as a cloak sopping under the rain, as a weight of uncounted years on the shoulders. As a past which stayed way behind, but not left me. There is a fait which heaven-born to me. It is not weigh heavily upon me since I found courage to take up it.
The placer of the lights is there, below. The foreign city which unknown and unliked up to now. It is barely over my foots. It belongs there. Once city' ll be mine, but not only it. It'll be soon, full soon. It'll be sooner than you can imagine. There is its fate determinated by me.
The dark map of city blocks spreaded out as a old rubbed scroll. My warriors' ll write history of our next victory in it even today. I couldn't carry less how much it'll be cost. A very high price payed for the win. But it'll be repaid thousand-foldly when the wish finally will come true.
The dark points is there, below. They are like a ants, hurry scurry and don't quiet down just on moment. They are same naught and short-lived too. The man's life is a same inch as compared to other cosmos's powers which we cann't neither know nor overcome. Who else but me, crossed an earth being's line, can know it?
My warriors. They are the same weaker vessels in fact as those people below. Only loyalty and unique mission make them up then a dust under my foots and this foreign city whose name I even don't want to remember. They find theyself on a brief fight's moment. But they after all are afraid of the death's white winding shit like each alive beast on the Earth. Like even me... before it's coming.
I know: they look on my back with a horror and abomination when think I don't notice their looks. It happens in moments when human and earth's nature overcome all in them. I don't care this. If can the human tattles confuse one who crossed a forever's line and come back? Especially if these tattles about something which finally is bound to each person.
People are afraid of a death. And ancestry's Gods are the lookers: they are right. Only some of us' ll can find a calm after death. Others will continue earth way, unmeaning and never ending there. They'll have no body, but will can fell and think.
One who crossed this line cann't come back. There are cruel universe's laws: you can control yourself, your fate and wourld's life only on this side of line. There you are rightless and powerless. You even cann't end this way in your own volution. You can nothing. And this sheer hell is more badly then most cruel way of death. It's worst thing to creature have brain and will power.
I can escape. It makes no matter on what way and at what price in now. My body isn't afraid for sun and some ritual things against fool legends. It almost didn't feel pain and didn't lose ability to be restored. I came back. But nothing can delete any memories about those way. Nothing can delene fear to be through it again.
But it cann't happen if even I must pay a high price over. Again and again. For my big grief, the revive body as a alive has a short life. Too hardly to keep alive it for each time. The whole sea of blood. Towns and villages, which raised to the ground. Many sacrifices which made on a inner sanctuary. The dark magic covered ground for a blaze. All of these - only instruments for the fight with a fate. Each of us wages this fight if he is a man not a worm under the foots. Each of us has own reasons and manner for a fight. But only respected will can to win.