100 WC- shouted, crimson, misty, fractically, grave

100 WC- shouted, crimson, misty, fractically, grave

I blinked. The lightning struck again, and I kept my eyes shut. This time, I couldn’t back out. I wasn’t going to open my eyes. I was going to see what had been troubling me for all of these years. I felt my feet touch the ground. I shouted out for help, but no one was there with me, under the crimson red sky. I frantically searched this dark, empty world, and started to remember memories so misty, I didn’t actually recall any of them happening. I remembered the feeling of defeat as I stumbled to my grave, the memory of war like no other. This left me wondering with the question I’ve been wondering for years, except expecting a different answer. Who was I?

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