Amidst a rare slumber I toss and turn in a tent not much bigger than my frame. The solid ground, my mattress. The battle that awaits, invading my dreams, not so much for the horror that may be inflicted upon me, but the horrors I will inflict upon others. The sun peaks through an open crack in my tent, hitting my eyelids, only amplifying the red that covers the images in my mind's eye. And then I awake. My men are making noise, preparing for battle. The clinging of swords and shields, the fear in their voices, all too familiar, [...]
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