This dream was based around the general theme of the strategic, turn and panel based RPG, Fire Emblem. For those that don’t know about Fire Emblem, all you need to know that its fantasy/medieval-ish.
My dream takes place on the night of the invasion of a castle. My squad of militants were the ones assigned into raiding the smoldering castle, which was weakened from the last seige of assaults. I was the leader of that squad and was assigned the duty of erradicating the remaining soldiers in the castle. Our morale is high because it was clear that our troops were superior in both skill and numbers than what was remaining of the opposing troops that were left to defend the castle. My plan was the have two of my archers ambush two of the other heavily armed units because they have been thoroughly weakened from previous attacks. Victory was in plain site but my troops had second thoughts about annihalating the remaining soldiers. We were stationed outside of the room in which the remaining troops were hiding at. We saw them quiver with fear, some were crying, others were praying, some comforting their loved ones who were there. The children and women of the opposing force were hiding in a cellar behind the room in which the enemies were at. Seeing this, we realized that, they too were humans, just like us. They have feelings, loved ones, people they want to protect, a future for them and then suddenly contrite and guilt flickered our flames of resolve. One soldier pointed out, “I don’t think we should do this captain, we’ve already won this, can we not spare their lives and force them to evacuate peacefully?” . Another suggested that they be brought to a new land to start a new life there free of war. Although i had wished for both of those things, I knew that disobeying the orders of the State would be treasonous and unforgivable and there would be grim consequences for my troops and I.
After I have searched my soul deeply for the answer to what to do at the moment, i have come to the conclusion that I will spare my troops from staining their hands with the blood of the innocent, and decided that I come in and single handed eliminate everyone of the remaining opposition. I marched into the room in armoured clad and easily disarmed and murdered the sentries stationed at the front door. I swiftly stabbed and murdered the leader of the opposition and the remainder of the troops, blood soaking my gloves and blanketing my sleek blade, once glimmering with valour, but now tainted with the blood of the innocent. I continued to break the lamp hanging alit in the corner of the room, setting it on fire. I kicked down the door to the cellar and saw the despairing expressions on the faces of the children and women who hid there, but still i marched in, devoid of human emotion, but instead filled with an abysmal animosity and slaughtered every woman and child that hid there. I bathed in their blood as the fire reached the the tapestry in the cellar, burning it to the ground behind me. My head was hung over and I wept. I wept not only for the lives i took but with the tears of those who died at my hands, hot blooded tears. The tears came painfully, so vividly and so fiery. I wake up.
