Perhaps it wasn't the best time to take a drink. Micheal hid out behind the shed, sipping at the mead that he happened to have before the things came knocking down on the gates. The shadow things had come crashing in the gates. Chaos was everywhere. They had been called to arms. Micheal just needed a few minutes to get ready.
He wasn't scared. Not really. He had even chosen the offence. Chosen to go out and fight head first in battle. That wasn't the problem. He took a quick drink. the problem was something was missing. What was his reason for fighting? To defend the castle? Micheal didn't think that was it. for the glory of battle? As much as he loved that, as beautiful as it was to watch the shadows come in and watch the men fight with all of their strength, and to watch the deaths on both sides something just felt out of place.
Micheal touched the bandanna that had been tied around his arm. It was not like everything else. when he first gave up his memories, he realized he had a theme, the tiger tattoo on his arm and the star on his shoulder. He had a clear theme. but this bandanna with the flower on it didn't match. What was it? A girlfriend? a mother a sister a daughter? He didn't know. but this was clearly meant for someone close to him. Perhaps one day he would return it.
If he lived.
He had no intention of dying today. It didn't scare him. But not today. He clearly had someone, some reason he had chosen life and he would keep on living.
But Micheal was not one to live life on the sidelines. He never was, never would be. He couldn't remember, but he knew it to be true. He would keep on fighting. Even if he died, he would keep going. Micheal took a final swig and then straightened his cape. It was time to go.
For battle, for glory! for the flower bandanna he wore around his arm, hidden means drifting in the breeze.
