Monday, April 1, 2013

Seven Swords of Sin prologue

I can't remember what happened before this. It was so dark. The chaotic moments before death, it seems so true. The images flying out and crash into my piece of head blindly, swallowing my soul bits by bits. This is the end I guess. But somehow Death doesn't allow me to follow him back to whence he came from. I'm stuck here, in the mortal world, wounded, physically, mentally and spiritually ...

I don't know how this starts. This war, it's getting infectious. The first thing you heard is scream, fear and panic everywhere. I guess the part where people says "We mankind are born to battle and rip each other's guts apart" is not true. If it is, then why do we fear it so much that it causes panic? Fear? I guess in the end, each and every one of us deserve and long for peace. But somehow the higher ups were thinking differently. They thought peace can be brought back through violence and demolition of other forces. That is no peace. That is the goddam war.

I opened my eyes, and I see, lights, lights everywhere. I am definitely sure that I am not in the middle of war zone. War zone is a dark place. It clogs hope, joy and all the good things mankind would really desire. It is very violent, every single soldier is forced to oppose their own nature of good into goddam killing machine, shooting anything that moves from the opposite side of the wall. Guilty or innocent is a second thing you would consider when shooting. The only thing that matter is, survival.

But I am not in the middle of that. I was, but now I'm not. I think it's kind of like a shelter for the wounded. More like a mobile hospital or something like that. I couldn't think straight. I am just about to recover from serious injuries, thanks to war. Well apparently my limbs are all intact, unlike the guy next to me. He looses a lot and I don't think he could stay sane even if he survives. What kind of world we're living in right now?

Suddenly, I hear rustle, cries out of a distant. I see somebody approaches me. It's a she. Wearing in white uniform or attire, I couldn't really distinguish it. She is talking to me about something but I couldn't seem to catch anything. Only some words that finally got through, but that won't be enough for me to interpret what she is saying right now. Only then I realized, she is someone that I knew. I knew her even before this war started. I knew her before and I think she is someone to me. Someone very close to me. She is ....

And then little children come at my side, two. The bigger one is a boy, about 4 years old I think. And then his sister I think, about 2 years old. The boy cried. And the woman, comforts him while her eyes just staring at me, holding her tears at bay. The little girl is smiling at me as if she doesn't know anything. She keeps on holding my hand asking me something as if I was someone to her. I think I was, or I am. The same goes to the boy. And I think the woman in white is their mother. Because the little girl, she resembles her more. The little boy, on the other hand, looks familiar to me. As if I'm seeing my own reflection. Am I .... their father?

And there I was, lying on the bed, doing nothing, begging for God to give me strength to cope with the situation. And I asked Him if He could ever give me chances to talk to them, my only family. Please, I beg to Him, please show Your mercy to Your humble servant. And then, I started to talk, but I wasn't aware of what I am talking about. My voice fades away. I could only make some noise, but that won't help. I think my life force is drifting away from my body, probably being sucked down by Death. He really knows how to do his job effectively, damn you.

If only I have the power to change it all, I would use it to give my family; my wife, my children, a better future. They deserve it and I am going to give it to them, personally. And the only way to do that is .... inheriting Man's greatest sin of all, PRIDE...