What…

  Where am I?

  I turn around, looking back at where I came from, and the bodies are still there.

  The once-shining metal of Knight’s armor now dull and dented, the peasants' fabric stained a deep burgundy red.

  I look down, and see a gash through a Byrnie, and through that, the center of my chest.

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  I put my hand over the gash, but it doesn't hurt near as much as it should, considering how deep it is.

  Wonderingly, I feel across my back, and feel an exit wound.

  How am I alive…?

  I run a hand across my face, and feel something tug.

  Another cut, across the center of my face, through my right eye.

  What…?

  I wave my hand out in front, and see that, despite the injury, my eyesight is unaffected.

  With a feeling of Detachment, I move on, and walk towards a knight on the outskirts of the battle, seemingly felled by a sword to the stomach, and take his helmet off.

  It’s a dented thing, obviously seeing use, but the face was still intact. I can’t see myself through the dull, stained metal, so I just slide it on instead.

  After a second’s consideration, I slide the sword out of his stomach, and place it into the leather belt at my waist.

  I look around, inland instead of towards the water, and see a village on the Woodline a good distance away.

  I start walking.