The Tactician with no Name
I have seen what others have, touched what others felt. I have seen deaths, many deaths. I am a traveling tactician.
I would always watch while others fell, dead, blood, everywhere. Hide as others fought, run when others walked, swords up, ready to be charged by the coming spears. I am a traveling tactician, a tactician with no name.
Other tactician, whom I know, has died in along with his foes, protecting the ones he loved, some who also fought back but at the end left. He, just like me, was a traveling tactician. I met him when we were eight, always playing in the plains. Jolly he was then. He taught me how to ride a horse, I taught him how to draw a flower. When we were old we went our own ways apart, knowing our paths would cross again. I am a traveling tactician with no name.
I used to hear stories of my friend, Mark. Its been 20 years since anyone has heard of him. I always think. Just think. Who really was Mark?
I'm just a traveler by birth, and a tactician by my own choice, sometimes I wonder. Just wonder. Wonder if I'll get to see him again.
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