I was there. Drawn to the ecstasy of battle. Embracing victory with open arms. Fighting defeat like a wild animal. But now I am getting older and before I fade, the time has come to share my story with you.
I was there when the wizards spell failed. He tried to save us all but during the chant he received a mortal wound and the way in which his spell manifested was chaotic.
To this day I remember the moment. While the enemy forces were focused laying siege to one of our castles it was our mission to hit their flank, draw their attention and crush them between us. But then the wizard died. A bubble shimmering in the weirdest of colors quickly grew from inside of the castle walls and soon embraced the whole battlefield. I could no longer see what was happening inside and the sounds of battle were distant and far away. Mesmerized by what was in front of us we stopped our advance.
Now, 30 years later I still can only speculate what went wrong but it seems that the spell has trapped everyone inside of the bubble in a perpetual repetition of the day of battle. For 30 years they have been fighting.
Every day until the sun burns out. One can still hear the blasting trumpets and war cries. I can only imagine the iron will needed to keep fighting an everlasting battle. And still, brethren are joining the fight. Walking into the time bubble without fear, unknowingly of what awaits them and if they are even able to join the fray.
I would do everything for the Holy Metal, give my life.
But entering this everlasting fight….I could not do that.