1873-12-15: I fought for them
I fought for them
Summary: During the battle of Mathis, Jarret faces more than enemies…
Date: 1873-12-15
Related: Most things, especially battle of Mathis
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Jarret  

As the battle progressed, Jarret continued shouting out orders to his troops, staying a bit behind the front lines of where they were holding. At the times he got the urges to head further into the battle, he had to remind himself he’s a symbol, not the fighter he was before.

Holding the line, even though it was bending, he kept on encouraging the men, making sure they didn’t fail. But it was then he heard that shout of Firebrand, wincing at the sound of the voice.

“Careful! I don’t know what we can expe…” His call to the men is cut short as they get knocked to the ground. And then everything goes dark.

When he wakes up, it’s dark all around him. Lifting his hands to his head, he blinks a bit. Ten fingers… But what was that sound? Someone here? Wherever here is? Getting to his feet a bit quickly, he looks around carefully. And then he sees the faces.

A Princess, a map-maker, a knight. All women he’s met before, but that he hasn’t known for a long while. “What is this…?” he asks, voice shaking. And the faces are gone, replaced with those of dead people staring at him. Accusing him. He knew them all…

Then, scenes from his life. People he couldn’t save. He sees the Peace Ball from above, the people killed there. And then, Richard’s birth, and himself pinned to the wall. When he lost his finger. All moments he has failed. “I’m sorry!” he cries out.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself.” He knows that voice. Another dead person. He turns around quickly, and there’s Thaddeus, watching him. “You did not fail, brother,” he says. “But if you join us now, then you will have failed us all. Your time is not now.” “But…” “No but, Jarret. You still have things you need to do. What happened to bring you here, for example.”

Jarret nods slowly, before he offers his brother a brief grin. “I still haven’t forgiven you for leaving me all this…” he offers, before he adds, “If I’m back soon, you know I didn’t succeed. Farewell.” Darkness again, and then…

With a gasp, he realizes there’s a pile of bodies around him, and he pushes himself free, perhaps a bit frantically. Noticing the lost finger on his hand, he is unable to hold back a chuckle.

Around him, people are stirring, both friend and foe. Those that didn’t get killed by whatever it is, at least. Taking a deep breath, he raises his voice.
“All of you, we have been deceived! For so many years now, we have thought the enemy was each other. But now it’s clear it’s someone else, an enemy to us all!” A brief pause, before he adds, “If you want, leave this battlefield. Go home, and live in peace. But if you want to help right this wrong, join me. We need to take down the enemy behind all of this. Not for ourselves, but for all of our world!”

Turning to one of the wounded that is heading back to the rear, he lets out a bit of a grimace. “If I don’t make it, tell my wife and children I fought for them…” As the man nods, Jarret smiles grimly as he looks towards the figure in the center, expression determined.

And then Jarret Sokar, second son of the Duchess, advanced to help protect the world itself…

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