Rain

      The wind whipped through my hair, sending it flying like an untamed beast into the air. On the wind carried moisture and the promise of rain. Rain, it's honestly been a long time since I felt the cool droplets against my skin. Of course with rain came the haunting memories of battles from so long ago. I could feel the droplets run down my arms and face like never ending sheets. Running the loose dirt into my eyes as I gazed over the thousands of bodies that laid before me. A haunting graveyard of enemies and allies.

        The city below me turned into field. A field laid with red fresh oozing blood. Bodies laid silently on the ground, devoid of life and emotion. Stab wounds, gashes, slit throats, the likes covered and marred their bodies. The sickly smell of metallic spread through the air like a wild fire on a hot day. It was dense and intoxicating, pumping my veins full of life and strength. Metal clashing against met