”I know who I am. I am the God of War. I am the Savior of all the people. My time has come to do what is needed of me."
I was astounded when I woke up on a horse riding it in a field headed to only God knows where. The last thing I remember was cooking at home for my wife and children.
"Hey! What are you doing? Where are you going? Don't you know there is a battle going on here? You can't be daydreaming at a time when our life is on the line."
Oh No! Not again. What is this voice rambling on about this time? What battle? I'm a sheep herder. There would be no reason for me to ride into some battle on some horse. In fact, where had this horse come from?
"Can't you remember anything? We took it from the farmer down the street. We must ride into battle. Napoleon is coming!"
What? This isn't the 18th century. I am not cut out for this. Neopolitan is not even in this country. Where are you taking us? Hold up. Who is in control of this body and mind of mine? I am. Me. I know I am.
"You rambling fool. Don't you remember what happened to your wife and children? We must keep pressing onward."
What? What is this? A sick joke. This noisy voice is pulling my leg. However, it is me who looks at my hands. It is me riding on this horse. How does this horse know where we are going? Where are we anyway? I'm looking around. I don't recognize this field.
"You ask too many questions, old man. Let me do the driving. Fall back asleep so that I can take over again."
No, I must get home to my wife and children. I want to get off of this horse.
"They were taken by Napoleon! We are going to get them. Ride forth, old steed."
I'm not the type that likes to ride horses. How on earth did we get on the thing? Now I'm saying 'we'. Who is this we?
"Never mind that. The danger is just around the corner. Can't you smell the gunpowder?"
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Constrained Writing Contest #28
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