(Getting ready for war.)

Chapter three:

I sat in a safe corner of the great wooden shop. My hands wrapped around my head still trying to make sense of what I was going through. I died, I came to battle heaven for maniac's, I have flesh again, I got drafted, I'm not about to go fight a war, when I've never fired a gun in my life. A hard, calloused palm rested on my shoulders. And then a generic angular heroic face with a pair of blue eyes levelled at my face.

Young brother, cheer up it will be just like normal battle's. Take my word for it I've been on many tours" the large man with blue eyes said with a smile. He tapped my shoulders.

"What happens if we die again?"

"Hah! We obtained a new body here in Themyscira? If you die this time, it will mean death for will, no other chances except for them, he pointed at the towering metal armors with blue glowing flames for eyes.

The warriors of Themyscira that die in the battlefield- the souls of the warriors are moved to the steeled soldiers. The Einherjar. So you can keep fighting in that state! What's more surprising is that the steeled warriors don't feel pain or exhaustion. They only exist to fight! it spoke like it was an honor. But that shit shocked me back to life, it was no different from hell. One singular robotic purpose for all your existence. Hell no.

Primary objective right now is to survive. I'm not dying again. I now have a chance to see my family again. I can't throw that away.

"That's the spirit!" he slapped my shoulders harder, mistaking my resolved expression for something else more noble.

"What will we be fighting against?" I asked.

"Enemies of Themyscira. Demons of Trigon, wicked giant's, devil's, evil beings that wish to destroy life in the realms. We fight to keep those in the lower world's safe."

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Of course with the strength of our saga's."

"Saga's?" I questioned. This was beginning to seem familiar now.

"You are a warrior worthy of being called to Themyscira. You surely have amazing prestige, an awesome achievement or a great legacy. The saga is the song of the warrior, the strength of magic. The more it is transmitted and believed in, the strength of the warrior becomes stronger. Think of your own saga. It will surely give you strength to enable you to fight on the battlefield."

Oh, hehe. I'm dead aren't I? I'm really going to die now. I don't have a saga! I don't have any marvelous prestige or legacy. I wasn't a warrior.

My saga is. The hands that break metal, my fist's are hard and powerful" he said proudly. What a shameless advertiser, the more people knew about your saga the stronger you become? I get it.

His fists glowed and turned gigantic relative to his body. Wow" praise my escape lips.

"Haha! Think of your achievement and create yours young brother. I'll go cheer up the other newbie, he gestured towards an Asian looking guy who was slumped down in a corner.

I remember what this reminded me of. A story I had read. The story had a lot of mysteries behind it, it just up disappeared one day as did the other and any other related news to it. After that no one ever heard of it again like it was pulled out from the record's, like it never existed, people even began to argue that they had no recollection of the story. It was eventually termed as an elaborate hoax.

A story like Themyscira sega no, saga... Fuck me!"

"Maybe after the fight brother" someone on the ship responded causing the rest to burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Huhuhhuua!"

"Goodman bahahaha!"

The asian guy then must be the one of the main protagonists, his name had hoe, in it or something close, I remembered that he was Korean. Was the fictitious novel then a book of revelations? Was it a foretelling, a warning? Now I wished I had finished it. I had to create a saga now, if not I'd die a very terrible death. The protagonist was a pro gamer and he could make one from his game character.

I wasn't a pro gamer, but I was an avid comic reader and I played comic book games to almost completion. Should I think of Kratos? No Zeus existed here. You had to create something that didn't really exist and make it yours.

The only one in my head was the Spectre. The angel of vengeance, the right hand of God. The property that was neither a particle nor a wave. The Spectre, mankind's answer to the god's. I was the Spectre. My good lord that sounded cringy. I thought of the achievements I made playing the game, I put myself in his shoes, recalling the acts he did in the comics like they were mine.

Self hypnosis. I needed to believe it, I needed to truly believe it to get it to work. As ridiculous as it sounded it was my only hope for survival. I felt the feeling stir deep within me. I focused, chanted and prayed. One of them must have been working, I saw the green wave I was getting to it, I was about to be pulled in it.

Twooommmmm!

The loud trumpets broke my connection. It was almost there, but I was disrupted.

Princess Diana raised her sword. "Grab your weapons you warriors of Themyscira. We go forth in war and we will return victorious."

"Yhaaaaa!"

"For Themyscira!"

"For Zeus we fight!"

The warriors roared, smacked their chests and jumped off the now literally disappearing ship to the heated battlefield.

I don't know who pushed me. I didn't care to look back I jumped as well. Holding the bastard sword in a straight grip as I've seen on TV. My heart pounded in my ears, my eyes focused before me. The sight of humanoid animals expertly wielding weapons against human warriors.

I moved slowly, trying to draw the least of attentions to myself. The sword in my hand shaking. Calm down and think.

Oh come on that's unfair! A two headed dog beast appeared out of nowhere and swung at me. I raised my sword, shakily parrying the strike. The dog man's strength was more than mine. The strike rattled my hands and nearly drove my sword out of my sweaty grip. I fell to my knees blocking another overhead strike.

Oooof! Cough! the air was driven out of my lungs, the dog man stepped on my chest, kicking me backwards through the blood soaked sands. I was angry and scared, I was very very angry and scared. I won't die to a bitch like this. I won't die here, I can't!

I hurriedly rolled to the side and back to my feet narrowly avoiding another strike. The monster sinisterly snared at me. Viscous saliva dripping down it's sharp, glinting canine's, it maws wide open as it stared at me.

"Come at me bitch!" I roared at the bastard. I wasn't going to be running away from this cannon fodder character. The dog man lurched at me.

The green power was right before me waiting to be claimed, it wasn't going to come to me, I had to grab it. And grab it I did.