The Battle

Standing on this cliff, watching what is left of this battle. I pull my blood staned cloth and start wiping the blood off my blade. Going up and down against the jagged edges. I kneel down and prey for forgiviness. Only hoping to reseave it.

Sudenly a flash of light and a strong gust of wind. Throws me at least 30 feet. Only to colide with a bolder. In my last moment of being concious, I see was left of a roaring explosion. Then it all went black...