The battle lasted only a few minutes.
The stories I read before leaving Nay Trayspassing had always described brave battles in terms of mighty heroes smiting down their foes and protecting the innocent. They never mentioned the screaming. The terrifying sound of hundreds of people dying to uncaring evil. They never mentioned the unified marching of droves of undead as they struck at the home of thousands of hardworking people. They never talked about the lives lost, impossible to protect in the chaos of battle. They never mentioned how friends, foes, and people you’ve never even met die alike, no matter how hard you try. So I’m writing this so people know. So that they know that adventuring is not always about glory or victory. Sometimes it is about hard facts, terrible sacrifice, and prices paid in blood.
I’m tired. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. Not while I was being tortured, not after Brian died. Never. I feel the weight of all those people, all those innocent people, weighing on me as I trudge through the corpses. I’m searching for familiar faces but I’m not sure why. It doesn’t make any difference. It’s all senseless. All this for some stupid weaklings quest for power. I’m beginning to understand, understand what the Magi Council tried to teach me. Disregarding life isn’t strength. Killing isn’t power. It’s pointless. These people didn’t need to die. Jimpy didn’t need to die. Cora didn’t need to die.
I wish I felt sorrow or pain. I wish I felt anything other than fatigue and rage. I don’t though. I feel the fire burning inside of me, desperate to be free. It keeps me warm, helps me to keep moving. The fire seeks vengeance with me. Everything else is distant, like a dream from another life. Everything but Timbertope, that is. I feel his sorrow and pain at the back of my mind. It makes me even more furious at the world. I know that someday I may feel as he does but not until this is finished. Until then he keeps watch of that part of me, the luxury I can’t afford as we go into this final stretch. I wonder if either of us will live to see this monstrous task done.I will commit every bit of strength I have to killing the Foe. I will burn him. Burn him into ash and cast those ashes to the wind. I will see him pay in pain for the lives that he has ended, for the pain he has caused this city. I don’t care if I make it through anymore. This task is all that matters and I will see it done. Once I would have feared for my own life or the life of my friends. I don’t anymore. We don’t matter. Killing him is what matters. That is a death that will make a difference. A death that will matter to the entire world. A death that needs to happen. A death that will happen.
The battle lasted only a few minutes. I will make him answer for the battle for eternity.