The War Journal of Shintan.
They Say you Can learn who you truly are in the Heat of the Moment, they say a Man can lose himself with conflicting Emotions, what I have Learned on these Walls is that I am a Demon, i lost Sight of who i was and become a Monster, and all i have is Flashes of Memories, like a Slide Show, Depicting a Howling Creature in a Midst of Body's with Stone and Mortar crumbling Around this Creature This Thing, I Fear that as this War proceeds on the more i slip from Reality and Fade like a Dyeing Star in the night Sky, only the Thought of what my Future Child and my Wife keeps me in one Peace.
The Enemy's have Stormed the Front Gates Throwing Men and Machines like a Tidal Wave crashing on Rocks, My Fellow Knights took Center Stage fighting and Killing all in our Path, but Such as Us they Have Knights too, our Fight took place in the Midst of a Thousand Screams, Splintering wood, and the Sound of Tearing Fabric as the Spells casted from Mages passed us, it was a Bloody fight, three of my Fellow Knights have Fallen to the Enemy and they only Lost one, Tonight we Faced a Defeat, yet Tomorrow promises to bring more Blood, i pray that those Young Soldiers on the Walls, hold while we Lick our Wounds.
I lost myself again, that Mist of Red so Welcoming, Like a Bead of Summer leaf's on a Warm Forest floor, A Fine Wine Meant to be drunk by people, my fellow Knights and I made a Push to Keep the Gates from Falling, we fought with Tooth and Nail, but one by one we fell to Enemy Knights, only I and the Last surviving Knights held our spots at the Gate's, all I can Remember is the Shouting and Pain shooting threw me as Arrows soon found their Mark in my Armor, I Remember Falling to My Knees and Holding Tight on my Sword and Shield, with the Proud Symbol of the Royal family Crest, with an Eternity falling before my eyes, all I could Think of was Angel, how much I wanted to Live to keep her safe, how i had to Protect what Little I had ..... the Last thing i remembered before the Haze took me, is my brothers in arms calling to me, trying to get to me. the next time I opened my eye's I was wound up in Gauze, and in a Militant Medical Tent, that's all i can Write at the time, my Energy must be spend getting better and for more bloodshed, i was told that we Held the Gates just barley but at a Great Cost.