The sun shines bright and high in the sky while it looks upon the once green field.
The sharp grass blades mow red with blood from the fallen.
This was a battlefield not too long ago.
There stands a man, covered in crimson liquid he looks upon the fallen men and woman, he breaths heavy as he smells the copper stench of blood.
His eyes are grey and devoid of life and remorse, his lips dry seeking water and his hair stuck together by the spilled blood of another.
He tries to make sense were none can be found, he tries to recall joy in the darkness of war. This man is standing on a small hill he's looking down the hillside only to see corpses and bodies, arms and legs, heads and swords.
He steps ahead, with his right foot, and makes his way down the hill side and looks at his comrades who once breathed the same air as he did.
When he breathes it hurts, he's been injured in battle, a large wooden spike is lodged inside his chest…he ignores it as he makes his way to his commanders body.
He drops to his knees, he beats his fists on her corpse and at that moment he feels the salty tears flow over his cheeks, as he's over whelmed by emotions. The man, now sitting and crying finds himself in a difficult situation, he is sitting in an open field surrounded by titans, and no horses in sight.
He has two options, stay or run, he thinks about his options, going far into details and keeping his head calm.
He now decides to rather lei in an open field surrounded by titans, than trying to escape, after all, the way he sees it, is that when he runs he's a bigger target.
After a couple of minutes passes he finds himself fast asleep.
X
In his mind he dreams of a world were a tragedy never happens.
Here he sits on a throne, with his queen by his side ruling over a nation, he looks at his people, and their happy, he looks at his city and its standing strong, but when he looks upon his queen he sees not eyes looking back but dead eyes of crimson staring deep into his soul.
X
He wakes with a jolt! This screws him upright, he looks through his tired eyes, only to be greeted by deathly silence and darkness.
The man looks besides him and finds his queen dead before him, he however has no remorse, he simply stands up and looks around, he sees large titans in the distance they are in a vegetated state of mind, he looks then to his right to see a large 60 meter high wall with dim lights on top.
He starts pulling his weakened blood drained body over the crystal red field, only to fall down a couple of feet in.
"What have I become" He asks himself in a shrill voice
No response follows
He rises again, looking weaker than before, he looks at his feet to the cause of the fall, a body of a young man, almost still a boy.
The man carefully, not to trip again, starts walking towards the wall…but then stops in his tracks when he thinks to himself
'The wall, titans always group the wall at day'
With this revelation he turns almost 360 degrease around, now staring at a grove he walks, or tries to, towards it.
When he finally gets to the grove he singles out a tree and rests besides it, to wait for morning.
X
He wakes not on the ground next a tree, but rather in his bed, he looks around before getting out. He walks to the door not noticing that he's wearing a strange white pair of sleeping ware.
He approaches the door looking at it he then proceeds to turn the bronze door knob only to find himself on a strange small island, surrounded by water.
He looks to the right and sees nothing, he looks to the left and sees nothing, he then looks back…and sees nothing.
He walks to the water and looks at it with a cat's curiosity, he touches it only for it to burn his finger, it burned his finger so badly it woke him from his slumber.
X
His eyes open only to see green hills looking back at him.
He rises but without any power left inside of his bones, he falls back down.
Know with blurry eyesight he looks down at his chest, staring right at a large piece of wood lunged inside of his left lung.
He thinks to himself that it's time for him to do some self-reflecting.