Chapter 7: Histories Past
His past; it was something that was long forgotten, not even the most ancient text spoke of a time when brave men and women would fight as fiercely as gods and devils. A time when all races, all beings, and everything that drew breath found the need to survive. A history that if ever recorded it would have become written off as a lie. At times he began to think of his past as nothing more than conjured dreams; every time he stopped to reminisce about his past he preferred thinking of it as nothing more than dreams. They were too bloody to recount and all the ones he knew as allies or friends were nothing more than dust to a point where not even the bones of the corpses remained.
If there was a world other than this one, it would have met its enemy for at that time the enemy was clear, the world had found that enemy and was at war. Humans did not dictate the why, as it presently did but were in unison with everyone and everything in it, all knew of the Great War. Dragons, Humans, Elves, Dwarves, even beasts knew the need to survive was great. Together everyone would stand against their common foe. This was the time when the world itself had unlocked its knowledge and given it to its inhabitants, it was as easy to obtain as wood for fire. The only exception would be how one would forge this knowledge, like forming a sharp blade within the fire, a weapon given to all.
He had honed his talents and his skills were sharp but he wasn't fighting normal opponents, they were beast that rivaled the Dragons power, it was technology that rivaled the dwarf's mechanisms, it was magic that conjured more than sorcerers, more precise than elvish bows, more vicious than any animal; A different world waged war with it dwellers, and so he fell, from the heavens through the chaos and towards the earth, in the middle of the war he remembered falling from the sky.
His back was torn to the point where you could see his insides, his injuries were too many for any human to survive, had he been a normal human he would have died of blood loss maybe even the pain alone would have killed him but he had loss his humanity a long time ago when he was called to war which meant that bringing your humanity along was not an option.
Looking into the sky as he fell he could see the war in the heavens taking place, blood was like rain fall, men and beast would fall from the sky, some in flames others in pieces. They were losing the war; it may have been inevitable that their destruction was at hand and nothing else could be done. Still, he wanted to fight, he wanted to keep on fighting. There was a lot more at stake than just his life; he saw life in the world as his own situation, life itself was falling. He turned his head to look at his given wings to see if they would provide him the strength needed to once again soar into the sky and keep fighting.
"Dammit"
If he could not regain his strength within a few more seconds he would fall to his death, even with wings a fall from the sky would kill even the largest of beasts. He had fought bravely, there would be no shame in his death; he did his duty and fought with honor to protect those he loved.
"I suppose this is the end for me" he thought in silence as he made his way to the ground. He would die and return to the earth, he would find peace as he reflected on everything he had accomplished. He closed his eyes for a moment waiting for death to claim him; figures with smiling faces of those he met in his life were reflected through the back of his eyes. This world would come to an end and everything he once cherished and loved would die along with it.
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"No!" he screamed, there would be no peace for him in this world or the next, the world would be destroyed and everything in it. What had he fought for? Why fight so hard to perfect the skill you have? No one would take everything from him not even death, his mind shouted to his body in anger "I will fight until my very soul is dead" his thoughts were now screaming to his entire body to move and obey his commands; he would not die calmly into the earth. He looked back and forced his entire body to command his wings and regain his balance over the air.
From his head to his chest to his stomach to his legs, they all sent the signal needed for his wings to once again obey its master and command the air.
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He had done it, somehow with all the pain and injuries he was flying again into the heavens.
"I will continue to fight until my very soul is dead, until then I will not die. Power I need power…" his aim was no longer the battlefield, no, that would wait; for his targets were set on breaking the rules and doing the most taboo of forbidden pacts. The world had given much of its knowledge to its inhabitants and now he would ask for more, he knew of places that held greater power still. He would ask for power in return for losing something much greater than just himself, and in doing so turn the tide of war at the cost of losing everything.
