He lowered his blood tainted sword to welcome the end of the war. But what awaited him was a disturbing silence. The sun was shining bright over a thousand corpses. It was not the light of glory but something painted in the color of pain and misery. He felt a thousand souls were trapped in a tornado somewhere, and it was leaving behind a path of destruction. With what logic would you castigate someone who killed a man as a murderer and at the same breath venerate another who killed hundreds as a warrior?He didn't seem to comprehend.
As he strolled over the pile of dead bodies, the light of the sun was fading. He looked up the sky to see the sun being engulfed in darkness. Its the day of the black sun. Its a metamorphosis ,an alchemy, something that will transport from the known to the unknown realm, in a way similar to what he was experiencing from inside. He could feel the power of the transition that almost burned his eyes. How he wished his eyes got similar powers. That he could only look into something heinous and burn them in dark flames but he would probably burn himself too. Its the darkest day over the land and the only thing he did was wait.
As darkness thoroughly consumed the land, he vaguely saw the figure of a boy. He walked towards him. The boy murmured," If wars are going to continue this way, I will become God himself."