Time

They say it is the most valuable thing. You never have enough time and cannot redeem time that has passed. They are wrong. Time is a burden.

Time is my nemesis. Time has become a curse for me. It creates memories that do not fade quick enough. Shadows in my mind that haunt me. I have lost count of the seasons I have seen, but know that there have been enough to fill a hundred lifetimes. The seasons themselves are not bad, but rather it is the thousand battles that have come with them. Conflicts of all sizes. But in truth, it is not even the battles that are so bad.

It is the faces that haunt. The faces of a thousand, three thousand, or perhaps even ten thousand lives that have been ended by my hands. There was a time when I knew the names of the ones I killed. But that was a long, long time ago. Now it is just their faces, and for many just the look in their eyes as their life flowed out.

They call me Wise, those that listen to my drunken musings. Perhaps once I was. A Scholar Warrior. But a truly wise man would have avoided the things that haunt my thoughts.

So, here I sit with my only companion, a mug of ale. It is my friend because it helps me forget the faces, if just for a moment. My true name has been lost to history. To those around me, I am but another old drunk. This is for the best.

But, I have learned that even old drunks can be a target for fools. Cowards who think I would be an easy notch on their belts. And when it happens, to my sorrow more faces are added.

For I am legend.

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