He was a sick warrior. From the Middle Ages until now, war has been raging like a blood pandemic. And war can not exist alone, someone is working on that. Warriors do, them and the people who give them orders. If one can call them people after all..
Their commands take the best out of human beings and turn them into killing machines. Machines that do not think, do not say a word about their brutal actions. And how can you blame them? These little soldiers have no other choice but to follow. Listen to their superior and execute orders. Without speaking, with no resistance.
That is how our soldier lost his humanity. The money to help his family, the urge to return to them had turned him into something far from human. He was sick, a talented but sick warrior. And these are the stones he used to keep him company.
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