The Last War
Chapter Eight
There I was, on the field of battle. Staring at the enemy. A
massive ocean of people that wished to kill me. I stood there
with a sword in one hand and a small shield in the other. As I
stood there, I
wondered why this was happening? Why would they wish me harm?
"CHARGE", was shouted from within the ranks of the
enemy. A massive wave of humans started running towards me. I
then began to run to them. This was to be the battle of my life.
This was to be my defining moment. The first members of the horde
began to reach me. I blocked the first blow and countered with a
slash. He fell to my side. I continued on to the next. They were
all falling like dominoes. I was slashing and stabbing at any and
all that came near me. Each one that fell two more took his
place, and they, too, fell. I was winning. Then the crowd
separated. I large powerful man stepped forward. He raised his
word as if to strike me from above. I raised my shield and
prepared for the blow. Just as I raised my shield his sword
dropped. He stabbed right into my chest. I fell to the ground
while he pulled his sword from the new hole he had just placed in
my body. Everything began to fade to black. The last thing I
heard was the cheers of the crowd for the man who had just slain
me. I awoke in a cold sweat. These nightmares were becoming more
frequent. This one was different though. I died this time. I had
faced an enemy and lost. This is quite a shock when death had not
even been a worry to me before this. I sat there in my car just
thinking about this dream and my own life to that point. I
decided it was time to give my life meaning. More importantly it
was time to make this journey worth something. It was time to
find out who my father was and to discover more about that part
of my heritage. I headed down the road to find the only part of
my father's family that I had ever met. His brother. I had an
address, but nothing more. I hoped he still lived there. I hadn't
seen him for over eight years. I hoped he would recognize me. I
hoped I would recognize him. I just hoped. For the first time in
my life I had hope. It was a good feeling.
Next time William continues his new search for his family...
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