Silent Watcher

GLORY, GLORY, GLORY, how can it feel so good to hurt so bad after eating so much great food!!! Today at work we have a potluck. I don’t have to wonder why so many people were snacking this morning. Wow! Talk about great food. I wish I were like the Romans. They would just hit the bathroom, throw-up and be ready for more! Ah well, what can you do. Just one more moment enjoyed in life.

I can feel the wind brush me along with the sour acrid smell of blood and smoke all around me. The blade barely misses me as I duck and brush it aside with my shield, I thrust my sword and feel the slight give as it pushes through my opponent’s armor and a new scream echoes through the air. I try to stay aware of the action around me but I'm again distracted by how many are still wandering around without their armor, they don't even seem to notice the battle around them... "Get Ready!!" I yell, "The Battle is on us!!!" a couple look around nervously, and then glance at me like I'm crazy. Most of them just ignore me. Fools... The Screams and smoke and blood seem to fill my world. Why am I so cursed to be the one to see this...? I feel as if I must do something, and yet the thought of doing anything at all is so overwhelming that I am scared to even try. I duck again as a blade swings past and watch horrified to see another unsuspecting victim cut down. There’s not even the resistance of armor as the blade passes through his neck... I'm sickened... but what am I to do... Press on...