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"Only the dead see the end of a war"        -Albert Einstein

 Chapter 12: Into Town I lower my knife from the man’s neck as Catlin ties him up. Catlin stands and wipes his hands off on his captain’s uniform. He looks to me and frowns, his ears hanging to the side, disapproving. He then steps towards me and up to me. He looks down to me as if he were my colonel and sneers at me. “Who the hell do you think you are fighting on my ship?” He demands. “Who the hell do you think you are telling me I can’t fight to protect myself, bub?” I ask. “I don’t give a shit who you are, because I don’t have any respect for you. You may be famous here, but from wher

 Chapter 11: Rolling on the River Mattias and I wander through town, looking for Lydia. It seems she’s just disappeared. I’m not sure what business she had to do, but it must have been important. We walk along the river, looking for Lydia along the riverfront businesses. Most of them are closed and she would not be in those. The moonlight shines off of the surface of the pitch black water. The water seems like an abyss at night. I’ve had this horrible feeling. It’s the feeling that, even though you’re alone, there’s someone you don’t know watching you. Eyes on your back, yet you cannot see them. “

 Chapter 10: The Watcher We arrive in a town called Dawson about a few hours later. A cigarette is clenched between my teeth. I have but a few of them left. I have sucked down nearly five cigarettes since the fight. I feel very content and happy. I’m sure that’s the cigarettes, though. God, they’re good. I lean back and sit against a large trunk behind me. I then hang a leg out over the side of the cart and look up at the dark sky. I have heard Lydia say that we will be in town in but a few minutes. I’m glad, too, because I’m getting quite hungry. The cart slowly pulls into a quiet town just a few minutes later.

 Chapter 8: Running Scared I am cheered into town, the battle a complete success. But even through festivities, I wonder what is going to happen next. I have promised to wear this amulet, to become their king. That seems so wrong to me, yet I feel so flattered by it. Me, a king, that’s more hilarious than seeing me as a wizard. I mean, come now, me a king? I don’t think so. I slowly walk from the bridge to the church. Most of the people have returned to the tavern to eat and drink and celebrate. I will meet Lydia and put on this amulet, if it makes her happy. I’m not saying I’m doing it for her, I’m just saying it

 Chapter 9: Howl at the Moon I moan and groan as I slowly pull from a dream. I don’t remember much of the dream. I remember riding in a motorcar to the port to ship out for Dunkirk, then waving goodbye to my parents and wife. My son was in school that day and was not there. I turn my head to the side and keep it there. The warm ground keeps me contently near sleep. A sharp pain suddenly drills into my head and I raise my hands up to meet it. I put my hand to my head and feel a huge bump on it. I hiss as another spike in pain, like a nail being driven into my skull, enters my mind. I drop my hand to the ground and smack my lips. I t

 Chapter 7: Digging a Hole I look down upon the frightened citizens of Messina. They all talk and angrily look around. Then they look up to me and wait. A map has been tacked to the wall behind me. I stand on a table so I am able to be above the citizens. They are all very angry. They believe that this is my fault, because of me saving that fox kid. “Alright, people, your attention now!” I call out. I slap a wooden stick onto the wall and everybody quiets down. “This is all your fault!” Somebody in the crowd calls out. “Yeah, if you didn’t show up, we would be just fine!” Another calls out. “

 Chapter 6: Strange Magic I sleep well, extremely well. I sleep for hours upon hours of delightful bliss of the escape into the world within my skull. Using my mind I return home, but not to France, no, not to the battlefield. I return home to England, jolly old England, to my home in southern London. I can see my wife, my son, even her damn cats, the ones that throw things off of the tables and counters and mantelpieces. Yes, even the cats. I see my wife’s smiling face, my happy son running towards me, and the dinner that night. I then visit my parents, my father and mother who still live in Greater London. I go to my brother and vi

 Chapter 5: Another City, Another People I open my eyes and look around the empty room. I slowly pull my legs from the bed. I then put my feet onto the floor and kneel down. I pick up my boots, but I do not put them on. I place them onto the bed and pick up my belt. I quickly put my belt on and secure it tightly. I don’t plan on staying here. There’s no way I can. These people are only going to use me. They didn’t ask me about the amulet, but I’m sure they are planning on doing it soon. I pick up my rucksack and put it over my back. I then pick up my rifle and boots. I slowly begin to tiptoe around the bed and out of t

 Chapter 4: Wanted Dead or Alive I slowly walk back towards the house Mattias owns. I’m not sure he’s home or not. The town wished to celebrate the driving off of those soldiers. Apparently they were mercenaries hired by some king. I didn’t ask too many questions. There was too much drink and food to be had to ask questions. Now I feel a bit tipsy. I slowly walk to the front door and lean upon it. My head swings around slowly as I reach for the knob. I turn the knob in both directions, but the knob never turns. I finally hiccup and figure it’s locked. I step away from the door and look around. A bench sits in front of

 Chapter 3: The Soldiers I slowly walk to the back of the old church. I put my rucksack down onto the ground and lean against the old brick building. I then pull a metal canister from my uniform. I flick it open and pull a cigarette from inside. I quickly bum it and flip the metal box shut. As I tuck the box back, I pull my lighter. I hold my hand beside my mouth as I try to light the lighter up. It takes several times before the lighter finally produces a flame. The cigarette quickly takes and I shove my lighter down into my chest pocket. I put my forefinger and thumb around the cigarette and pull it from between my lips after breathing