the fall of my legion is near as i walk across my battlefield. the war is long over but i insist to continue fight for a very long time. i should have long dead but why am i still here with my battalion? for so long i am fighting for a purpose but soon the purpose fade into the sea of greed for power.

as i see my footman die one by one and being slain by my enemy. i was thinking. why do i have to fight? whats the purpose of my war? i have send countless of men in battlefield and never care about how their love ones would feel when each of my men fall.

now i realized. why do this war begin? the reason to start a war is stupid. power? wealth? no its not it. i just want people to think i am a weakling. but i know thats a cowardly word to say. but truthfully i am a coward.

i shouldn't have sent my loyal footmen to their grave to fight for my will. i should have fought it myself. i fear death and run away from death. but death told me there is no place to hide. i keep running away and yet death still catch up to me.