Arbitor Blade's dream

I run. I run from a shadow chasing after me, and toward a woman looking at me. Her face blank towards me but I know I need to save her, so I keep running through one hall and another. I draw my weapon a simple staff seeing the cold eyes of the Charr looking at her, the glint of their weapons shining towards me. The shadow catching up to me knocking me to the ground. I see my arm reach toward the woman as she disappears, my shadow pinning me to the ground hearing you failed in my ears like a chant from my friends who all died with me unable to do anything. The face of a Human mixed with Charr looking back at me, an abomination to humanity I push trying to get it off of me, but its stronger. I never seem to have enough strength physically but my willpower urges me to keep pushing, it gets weaker my shadow shaking now looking at me with hate in its eyes. It disappears and the woman is back, I look at her she smiles at me holding me there telling me its alright but she has to go. I cry, the only tears I'm able to shed anymore are in my dreams. I've become a weapon, a force built by experience only to kill those that threaten others. I have blood on my hands that will never come off. All I can do is keep walking forward, willing myself to live and not take a cowards way out. I fight for those that cannot until my bones grow weak and my body goes frail, I will fight. For if I don't more blood will be on my hands, more deaths on my conscious. My dreams are my last tendrils of humanity keeping hold of me. A reminder of what I've done, what I've failed and succeeded at and sometimes what the future holds for me.