Let's Play a Game

It still didn't feel real, even as Doevm awoke the next morning. Wilhelm was nothing like he imagined, nothing like Arthur. He was supposed to be a hero of legend, yet the person he had met was a mere errand boy for the Cardinals, the highest authority within the War Monks. A part of him wanted to just forget about the entire thing and leave it as a bad dream, but he couldn't.

He had shown his hand. No, more like he had thrown it at his enemy's face. Wilhelm would come for him, it was only a matter of time.

Doevm stared up at his tent. 'Maybe I've gotten too comfortable being a human,' he thought. 'Why else would I act so emotionally, like I'm one of these soft, fleshy beings?'

Doevm sighed. 'No matter. I waited for fifteen years. I can wait a little longer, but I must keep moving.'