Peter Pan: Back to Never-land (A queer re imagining)

Patrick:

I blaze in on horse back, I get a few nods from other soldiers on horse back as well. I hold my sword firmly on one hand and a shield in the other. All armoured up like this, for once no one knows I'm "Prince Patrick" I'm just another soldier alongside them. I try not to visibly cringe as soldiers fall beside me, arrows straight to the chest, face, abdomen... anywhere you can fit an arrow basically and more blood than you could ever imagine. Whatever you do Patrick don't vomit. And keep your shield up! Clang! That was close!
"Good reflexes, man!" A soldier behind me calls. I give him a friendly nod.

There's a lot of dodging arrows and firing my own. I don't think I kill anyone, that's not my aim but I injure them enough that they are not a threat to me anymore. Apparently I'm a bit of a pacifist when it comes to killing during war.. I have never believed it justifiable to kill someone during war. But right now as I'm about to be stabbed in the chest. I block the sword but the soldier still comes at me, I swing my own sword slicing his legs, but he groans and still comes at me.
Damn it, this guy won't quit. I slice my sword across his throat and it cuts deeper than I intend and he starts to bleed out in-front of me. His bubbling cries pierce my ears. And when his helmet falls back I see that he is definitely no older than I am. Maybe younger still. Ocean Blue eyes and a mess of red youthful curls. And he's dying right in-front of me. I let go of my horses reins. And then vomit the best I can without spraying it on the young solider. I go to the young soldier and try to hold my sleeve over his neck even though it's pretty much useless.

"He's dead man, if you don't keep going you will be too!" Calls the soldier behind me from before. He grabs my shoulder after guiding his horse in front of me, like a shield while I'm zoned out. The horse backs into me by accident and knocks back my helmet, it makes me quickly recover and pull it back on. But not before the soldier on the horse sees my face. He bows discreetly.
"Prince Patrick, it's my honour to fight beside you." He says. But he's aware enough to whisper.
"None of that here sir, I'm just a soldier like the rest of you." I tell him.
"They said you was different, now I get it, you're the only prince in decades not to live like he's above the rest of us." The soldier says. I can hear the smile in his voice even though I can't see his face. And I smile even though now he can't see my face either. Because honestly it's nice to hear that I'm different in a good way.
"Thanks Sir." I say. He pats my armour but before we can get back into position an arrow slices straight through the soldiers heart. I cry out and dive but not before I am struck myself. It has just missed my heart.. but the pain is still so intensely piecing and searing. I feel like I'm going to die anyway. I can't keep my feet much longer and as I fall the world turns black.