Chapter 1- A war of lust

      The rain fell like a flood just like the blood washing over his armor and blade. It was just another day for him like every other. A cacophony of screams in agony and pleas of mercy falling upon the deaf ears of those who fight. Silent screams in the souls of those who fought racked with guilt.

“Why…?” A man stood above a slain soldier bearing the crest of a red Chimera. The slain man clinching a medallion with holding a picture of a young woman in his hand, tears and blood staining his cheeks.

“Why must we fight them?” Millions of times had he questioned why they fought one another. The only answer he ever came to was a lust for power. Why was the world so greedy? Why couldn’t men be content with what they have?

“Why must we take so many lives? Why must we take these people from those that they love?” He stood there tears in his icy eyes at the thought of all that he had done.  A blaring scream behind him snapped him back to reality.

“You better watch out. If you just stand there the enemy will feel no remorse for separating your head from you shoulders.” A bloodstained man turned to face the youth. “You are lucky its raining otherwise an archer would have got you by now.”  His ashy pony tail ran across his left shoulder soaked with rain. His eyes showing golden eyes showing a sternness and serious that comes with the pain of loss.

“If you let your mind wander on the battlefield, the soon your head will follow. Now get back to the battle at hand.” The man dashed through the muddy blood drenched field rending another soldier in two. Then running a soldier through with his claymore. The youth realized he was right he could just stand there grieving over how many he had killed. That would only invite death to him. The enemy saw no discrimination on them so he should not show mercy to them for now.

He spun around jet hair slinging water around him as he turned impaling a soldier in the neck with his double edged falcata. Then kicking the soldier back into his friend he stabbed them both in the chest as he back handed another coming to attack him from his side. He saw a Battle axe raised high poised to rend him in half behind him. Then a burst of blood hit his turned face as he saw a spear piercing the brutish man above him.

“Ha. Saved your ass.” He heard a cocky voice from behind the corpse dropping his axe. “What would you do without me?” A man with green eyes and hazel short kept hair wearing a crimson headband stood tall in front of the youth as the corpse was kicked off of the spear. “You really need to watch you back Ranulf.”

Ranulf immediately recognized the man. “Kele!” Ranulf stood quickly pulling his falcata from the bodies of the slain. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Why are you here?”

“Our commander Everard though you boys could use a hand.” The 15th platoon had been fighting hard for days now. They were starting to run out of soldiers, many had died others ran in fear of their loss. Even with Ulric commanding them they did need help. It seemed that their prayers were answered.

Ranulf smiled as he turned to tell his commander Ulric that Everard and his platoon had come to help. But his smile was shattered as he saw Ulric locked in battle with Everard. Broadsword and Axe clashing against each other, it was an impossible sight. He looked on with dismay. “Why are they fighting one another?”