Prologue

Another Day in The Battlefield Prologue

C.E 27th July, Imperial Capital Berlin/

Somewhere

The First thing “he’ felt was a blinding light. Surrounded by a surreal feeling of

gentleness and warmth, “he” enjoyed a brief moment of peace, this warm yet

slightly prickly sensation could completely make one forget oneself,

Forget oneself? Right, as if something was lost, but what was it? What was the thing

that had been forgotten?

Before even thinking about it, “he” started to tremble all of a sudden. After a short

moment of delay, its mind began to

comprehend the feeling of coldness that

could easily penetrate the skin. Just like a newborn baby feeling cold for the

first time. However, the subject in mind didn’t have the luxury to experience

it in the full.

As if suddenly encountering the assault of the previously know yet forgotten

sensation, “he” began to panic under the intense feeling of suffocation and

started to struggle.

Lung, body every single cell within the body screamed for oxygen, the pain was unbearable,

Unable to remain clam and to think, the only thing “he” could do was to

struggle.

Without being able to exercise and control of the body, the only thing “he” could do

was to struggle painfully  under duress.

All of the pain and suffering had easily clouded its consciousness, and then, as if finally liberated from human existence which had not cried for the longest time, the body started crying instinctively

With the consciousness murky and the sense of self a mess, “he” opened its eyes to a

gray sky. A blurry world…. No, perhaps it was only its vision that was blurred?

It was a twisted world seen through unfitting spectacles. The outlines were

blurry and the chaotic colors, even “it” who had not felt as much emotions in

all those years began to sense the unease.

After what felt objective to be about 2 years, “he” finally started to gain back its

consciousness and form, felling only pure confusion.

Just what the heck is going on? What happened to me? “he” entered a vessel that was

unable to maintain consciousness for long periods of time, and still couldn’t

properly recall this information. There for “he”

was unable to understand why the sound of a baby’s cry that was barely audible each time

it’s consciousness began to fade had made “him” feel embarrassed

Mature adult aside, a baby would normally cry. Given a fair chance and appropriate protection, by rights a baby shouldn’t feel “embarrassed” at all. Therefore, “he”, with

it’s senses and consciousness all jumbled started to relax , and threw this unclear sense of shame deep into the recesses of its memories

After that, although still confused, “he” had finally gained a general idea of the situation “he” was currently in, yet even then, it only further added to its confusion. “he” clearly remembered that it was at the platform of the Tokyo Line, However, after snapping back to reality, “he” found himself inside a thick, stone-built, western-style building with a mother-like woman wiping its chick. If this was an hospital, it was understandable ton infer that an accident had occurred.

That could also explain as why its vision was blurry due to having suffered an injury.

However when its eyes could finally began to see clearly of its surroundings, all that was

in view under the dim lights were the figure of a woman wearing an noble dress.

The reason for the dim light… if not mistaken, would be due to the candles or gas lamps which clearly Belonged to a different era.

“Come, Friedrich  , ahhhhhh----”

At the same time, “he” discovered something that was abnormal; there were no electrical

appliances in the room. In the modernized society of 2017, the room it was simply contained way too much old and useless junk and was lacking in electrical appliances.

Are these People Mennonite conservatives or the Amish? Even so… why? Why am I in a place like this?

“Friedrich? Friedrich?”

An unexplainable situation. The multitude of question and doubts kept piling on and on

“Alrighty, be obedient and open your mouth, Friedrich”

The current question Which need to be answered, was, “Just what is going on?”  Thus, “he” shifted its vision to the spoon served in front of it, But even though “he” had noticed the existence of the spoon ,

the thought that was the spoon was for itself had never occurred in its mind. All it felt was to question why that “Friedrich” person still hasn’t eaten yet.

“Don’t  be picky now. Come. Ahhhh-----”

It was a spoon of stewed vegetables, but at the same time of this spoon, without a doubt,

dragged “Friedrich” back to reality

The over-stewed vegetables was the only thing that was stuffed into its mouth.

But the one who was forced to eat this, this unexplainable situation only made its thoughts even more confused. In other words: that...was me. The one they called Friedrich.

And Then “he” screamed form the bottom of his heart---- “Why?”

End of Prolouge

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