Bloodlines
Act I Chapter II
The dirt road I walked on kept going, a never ending trail of nothing.
No sense of regret entered my mind as it was busy ranting on with several memories. Even if my legs began to tremble from exhaustion and hunger.
Suddenly, out in the distance a blurry silhouette emerged. My eyes started to hurt as I looked up from the road, the sun being rough on me. I hardly managed to make out the shape until I noticed it was coming closer to me.
It was a man.
My thoughts were expelled from my head as new opportunity for my physical salvation were granted.
The first action I wanted to take was to wave, but my arms were too tired. Instead of greeting my body decided to buckle my knees and pin me to the ground.
The man didn't seem to notice my troubles, as he continued to walk normally towards my brittle self.
As he got closer, more features were visible to my fragile eyes.
He wore fine steel armor, carrying a one-handed blade in his sheathe by his belt. The man must've been a skilled swordsman.
My lungs reached out for air as my body became weaker and weaker as the man approached. I know him from somewhere, that body is too familiar.
When the man confronted me, he stood tall above my head. Forcing me to look up high to see his face. There it existed, a face that I knew too well. The man was me.
He looked down unto me, eyes of disapproval as he mocked my existence.
"H-How?" I managed to spit out, the world seemingly spinning around my head as I cannot fathom what is happening.
"Look at you, you broken fool." He spoke to me, with a voice that sounded like mine but didn't feel like it.
"You were born into this world stolen, stolen from your family and purpose. You were meant for nothing but to die as an infant. But yet you decided to fight on. Even as more things were stolen from you, you continued to fight on."
His words were as sharp as his glare, the glare of eyes that weren't mine.
"You took your revenge and stole back. You took the lives of others and pillaged their dreams. And I am here to take them back."
I stared at him as he drew his blade, a blade I once held. "W-Who are you?!" I spat out, my mouth dry from the dehydration.
"I am the first thing you stolen, I am your first life and your last before you returned to this world as a thief. I was the dream you never had and envied. I was your youngest brethren when you took the lives of all eight of us in that fire. And I am here to steal back the life you stolen."
Raising the blade with both of his hands, he drives it down in a downwards arc at my head. The last thing I see was the blade touching my face as each of his eyes glare at me, a blade in between them.
That's when I woke up, screaming inside a wagon.
