Vision and Arcana War

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No, no, no, no, no, NO!

I sit on my knees, In the middle of a blood soaked battlefield. It's over. We beat him. He's dead. He can't hurt anyone anymore... So why am I-

I look over at my friends in the distance. Everyone looks distraught. Why?

I know why. 

We beat him, we did but... The overpowering aura of death still remains. So many of my friends... Dead.

...Why? Why? Why, why, why, why, why, why, why.

Someone places their hand on my shoulder. Comforting me? Who is it?

Crimson? Thanatos? Jack? Clarc? 

Or, wait. Are they dead? Who's dead? I can't remember. Them? Me? Him? Her? Am I dead? No. If I was dead I wouldn't be suffering this much. Or would I? Everything's a blur.

Where's Emerald? Is she okay? I don't know. Brutus? Where's he? Where is everyone. Someone... please.

"Link." 

Huh? Who's that? The person behind me? 

I turn around to see who it is, calling my name.

"Ah!" 

My eyes burst open. 

I sit up in my bed and rub the back of my head.

"What the hell..?" I say drowsily.

A nightmare? Ugh, of course I have a nightmare on this day of all days.

I yawn and slowly start getting out of bed. Today, huh? The day of the 11th Arcana War. The Arcana War is a country wide war that takes place every 50 years to decide our country's next ruler. The candidates this time are General Klein, and General Kamikaze. General Klein happens to be a good friend of my father's, so, unfortunately I'll be participating in the war in Klein's army.

Oh, right, maybe I should explain arcanas too. An arcana is something roughly 30% of the population are born with, which gives them each some sort of ability, whether it be combat oriented or something more practical. 

My name is Link Quincy. I'm 18 years old and I live a pretty normal life. Despite being the son of a famous monster hunter, and living in a mansion, I still go to school like normal and have friends like normal too. I suppose that'll change soon though once I'm in the war. I wish my dad wouldn't be so damn quick to send me off to fight for my life.

I get dressed for the last day of school and leave my room. It's gonna suck saying goodbye but, I'm sure I'll see them again after the war is over. Finally graduating. When I go down the stairs to leave the house, I run into my dad, wearing a bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Despite being 47, my dad looks relatively young, with a brown beard and medium length brown hair, like me.

"Ah, there you are. I was waiting to see you off." He smiles at me.

"Thanks dad. But I'll see you after school before I leave for the war so no need to send me off yourself." I grin before leaving the house.

"Your mom would be so proud." Is the last thing I hear before I shut the door behind me and start making my way to school.