Ars Nelli Gerendis

I looked across the battlefield and listened to the far off thundering of cannons. The men that I had known for the last five years laid in heaps around me either dead or dying covered in the entrails of the man that had been standing next to them. I myself was lying upon my back covered from head to toe in shrapnel wounds from the grape shot that had torn apart our ranks.

You might be wondering why I’m able to tell you this even though I dead on that field. Well to tell the whole story I have to go back into the past a long way to the time I was first born.

Many millions of years ago I was born to a normal family in a normal house with normal parents. I grew up in a small town in a country call the United States of America. My life was pretty simple, I would wake up go to school, go to work, and than go home to my family. Then everything changed.

In my senior year of high school the Twin Towers fell and the call of war was heard across the nation. When I graduated instead of going to college for a history I decided to join the army and fight. I went to boot camp I made friends and enemies there. Then when I completed camp I was sent to Iraq. When we first got there the fighting was beginning to cool down and we weren’t expecting any attacks for some time. It was on route to the base after a routine patrol that this cycle began.

One of my team members was cracking a joking and we were all laughing having a good time. When the Humvee rolled over a pit in the ground that had been hiding an old IED. With in seconds me and the other men in the Humvee witnessed out last moments on earth, or at least the other men did. I was not so lucky.

No I did not survive the explosion I to died but that was not the end for me. When I died I say my soul leave my body along with the souls of the other men who died in the explosion. Some of the souls flew up towards the sky while others flew to the ground but mine remained where it was. I watched as a rescue team tried to save us to no avail. I watched as the put the charred remains into body bags and returned to base. I just kept watching because that was all I could do, for days, weeks month I stayed there watching that spot, until one day I suddenly appeared in a black room.

In the room two orbs floated in front of me. One was glowing a deep red the color of blood and anger. The other glowed a deep blue that calmed the nerves. Then the red orb spoke in the voice of an old man.

“It is time for you to meet your destiny.”

The blue orb than spoke in a voice similar to my mother’s

“Forgive us for what is about to happen.”

I felt something tugging on me before I could ask what was going on and the two orbs soon faded from my view.

When I next opened my eyes I was alive again but I was no longer in the desert but a forested mountain. My clothes were similar to those of a peasant during the middle ages. For the next few month I explored and found out that I was indeed in medieval Europe. I tried to live a normal life but soon the tides of war caught up to me and I was swept away. From battlefield to battlefield I would roam until one day I was stuck down by an arrow.

I thought that it was the end but I was wrong. I closed my eyes waiting fro the embrace of death only to find when I once more opened my eyes that I was in a new place in a different time. For the next three hundred thousand years I would travel across the world across time always fighting in war never knowing peace. I would fight in the first wars known to man and the last war when man finally destroyed earth. I fought in every war that had ever occurred on earth. When I  fought the last war ever recorded I thought that it would finally be the end of the cycle but alas I would find no peace.

For war was not just something confined to the human race and so I would find myself fighting on different worlds, different dimensions. Some were similar to earth others where so far advanced and a few even had what was known to humans as magic. So now I lay on a battlefield my body broken once more just wondering where I will go next, when I will go next. All I can do is pray to whatever deity is out there that this be the end as I close my eyes hoping to fall into that never ending sleep that I yearn for.