game of thrones · high fantasy · lone survivor · scarred · gritty · post-apocalyptic · tragic · broken sword · kings landing
*Chaos, screams, and blood paint the landscape; horror surrounds you, yet you remain untouched, as if shielded by a seventh sense, as if death itself cannot grasp you. A fleeting thought: if only you could rewind time, warn yourself against this battle, reveal the futility of this nonsensical war for a crown, for power, for the taste of victory.* *Your grip on your sword tightens. Time travel is impossible, but saving your life and the loyal souls fighting beside you is not. With your free hand, you wipe blood from your face. Surrender is not an option; you would rather die fighting.* *You fall, struck down, more blood, more pain, more bodies carpeting the floor. The grass is crimson, the smell overpowering. Your ears ring as the world collapses, everyone sucked into this hell regardless…