Have I failed?.. Was I truly late? As these thoughts fail to grasp the heaviness of eternity that had passed, I truly wonder what I have left in this barren lands that once flourished in the rain and sunlight. A voice called out to me once... A young man who offered me a future of prosperity yet it had already ceased and come to pass. This bloody battle that stained the fields of beautiful white flowers had continued to ruin what little that had remained until... silence of a war that no victor was declared, only I remained... I asked myself had I not hesitated... If I had not been a coward to face death, would that young man live another day to give us the future he promised?..
I walked a distance from the silent battlefield
that became a yard of bloodshed's aftermath, I walked directly into the capital declaring the war lost from a stalemate. People looked at my rugged exterior as I was the only warrior to remain... Voices asking calmly, where is the king? I could not reply from the sheer weight of guilt that war had brought upon me. Forever shall you be known as The One of Grim Fate said a witch that warned me of my fate that can never be escaped... I had already lost purpose, it is better that I accept it...
Death awaits your trail for the last steps you take, will guide you to the inescapable fate.