Giving It Up

I look at the massive shield in my hand.

A shield that feels far lighter than its size would suggest.

As I look at it, a thought comes to mind.

There was a man.

He was an ordinary man.

In a world rife with war, he became a mercenary, and when traitors began running rampant, he simply kept working as one.

Along the way, he met someone he loved and even had a child.

But he lost everything.

Ironically, having lost everything, he had nothing left to do but be a mercenary.

Until the moment he died, he was nothing more than an ordinary mercenary...