#8

The desire to be on battlefield is huge. Today my day gone for a while. I can't figure out the reason or purpose to be like that.

I am always wondering why how I became a warrior or slave of the Army Of Salvaguarda.

My Commander is calling me out to his cabin.

"Good Morning, Sir." - I spoke.

" Captain James, Our duty today is to defend the Walls of Jericho. It must be done or we die." - Commander in Chief Spoke.

"Yes, Sir." - Again.

I am going to call to arms with my Brotherhood team. It seems my day will be hard and tough. Probably lost in time...

Since Yesterday, the Army started wondering the reason why we fight.

Our letters to our love, are burning. The War came from land, air, and sea.

The huge problem is from the skies. Today the skies are darker and darker than yesterday.

Our women in Army are dying faster. Less body. Less resistance to avoid death.

Sometimes, our duty is not a duty is a doubt of living in war instead living in peace.

I settle down in my chair before the duty, writing a letter to my wife. If you read this, I am in struggle with my duty or compassion.

This letter is a Call To Guns, where all my doubts came. I cannot see why or the connection with war or peace today even nowadays.

The words came to you my love are these:

"A call to arms,

An infinity wars,

I came to pleased,

Aside, aside,

By the cry,

The war is pain,

Like a wound,

Inflicted,

In pain,

By the war,

The stories made up,

Dressed up,

With a gun,

My Revolver,

In my bed,

Waiting for a shot,

I cannot be forgiven,

Forgive me love,

Tell to my father,

Forgiveness is now,

Between War and Peace,

Aside, aside,

My Call to Arms came."

I wrote this to my love Savannah in due my questions and errors. I am questioning my duty always since the beginning. This letter is and was written to seek out some peace in inner self.

The Commander in Chief send a message, it's time. Let's go. Get the Gear.

I suited up and my Team. My fellow men our task for duty today is to defend the Walls from Air strike.

We will test secret weaponry made by the Government. Our Kingdom must win this battle, there will be to many resilient among us and the Kingdom.

"Let's put it on. No more doubts or bullshit."

This strike too many hours until dawn, 05:00. We won. But the Walls are destroyed around 40% of it's construction.

I think we did a good job on this task.

"I said to my Team well job done. We now must continue to make a good job." - I Did not see why the reasons to keep.

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These days overwhelmed and unbelievable, not possible at all. The fear came in sort of a way of fire. In a torch. The backs of the day the torch gave light, a white light to seek out everyone's life.

My duty is always in jeopardy. I am always questioning it and my belief among Sinna:Ch'r people. Acting like this I cannot be a good Draconian Summoner.

My fathers in their youth, they were ready to boost them. Now, it's the time for me, my duty always on denial, the summoning act is not the best for the days to come.

My profiling as an evaluation task, it's always above 50%, and my Commander in Chief always telling you are not the one, who's the one? - Always questioning the thoughts of everyone else.

Draconians are persons from the High Lands capable to ride a Dragon. As I told I can't do that well. In due a implacability duty in my head. I am lost, making doubts, wondering why my "Inner".

I am a Draconian Family which began around 2000 years ago. The time elapsed and the Draconians kept alive since then.

When the fear went out, wiped out from my head, I will could and be able to ride a Dragon. I have a Dragon assigned to me. The issue for everyone's Draconian is to clean the head and thoughts to achieve the ride.

Someday my ride is sky high. Riding the blue skies, against the grey skies from Sabath:r Land. A Land of Vampires, whom controls the outsiders free people.

I can't really know and why the reason Sabath:r controls humans from the Free Lands. The myth and legend tells that after the catastrophe from 2110, and all religions died, the Vampires Clan took over the cities where they lived. So, the Free Lands became their lands.

One day, humans and Draconians will live in peace. With no Sabath:r or Orcs on demand to do their dirty job.

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My mind is lost. My King Algor:Oni is sick, not well. It's lunatic now, we as Kingdom we do not know the reasons. There's a rumor about a fake illness. It's given by drink. It tells He drank several times the poison. A poison made by rat poison and other leaves. Mixed up the person turns in lunacy. So, drank several times the organism turns in a puppet. The rumor tells too, it's Sabath:r infiltration and conquestness will.

With this drink on our King, Sabath:r Clan can do everything on the Kingdom. In due the Clan wishes are to control the Dragons for their own purpose.

I have too many considerations about my King. I hope and I will find an antidote to heal my King. We must be a Free Land not a Land of puppets.

Are there several papers or songs as we can call about not giving up, and telling to fight with our own guns.

They were have been written by a musician very well known in our time, called Adr:Phur.

As my Letter is being written right now to the future generations I gather a few one here.

Tomorrow a new dawn, it's coming a new dawn...

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