A profound awareness of the universe that
triggers feelings too deep and
mysterious for words.
The blood hit me. I felt the stickiness and the wetness of it as it dripped down my face.
"Roan, they've broken through the front line"
I turned, my sword in hand, "All dead?"
Bran's face was solemn, "All are dead"
The sun hit my eyes as I looked over the field. You couldn't tell it was a field anymore, blood covered the ground and all my soldiers were dead. The bottom of my tunic brushed against my leg, sweat rolled down my neck and my hands ached from the heaviness of my sword.
"Bran we have to continue, we cannot run" I turned to face Bran as he started to talk.
"I under-" an arrow went through his chest.
Bran fell forward and I caught him in my arms, "No"
"Don't worry about me Commander. It's time for me to go to Jupiter"
He took his last breath in my arms.
I screamed and my eyes landed on the man who shot Bran. He was tall and he aimed for me next.
"Bran may you reach Jupiter" I closed his eyes with my finger and stood up.
I stood tall, my eyes set on the legion approaching intending to kill me and I felt the earth. The water underneath the sand, the wind that blew around me, the rock on the soil and the blood of my soldiers.
"Splinter of life, take haste, take hold. Quicken the breath to awaken the soul" I paused and then repeated it four more times before I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned around. My men were standing, they all had a green hue around them and they we're all ready to fight. One last time.
I nodded at Bran, "Mars willing we win this fight. If not, I will join you in Elysium "
Bran smiled, "In life or death we will serve you Commander"
I turned back towards the legion, they had stopped. The man in the front was staring, on his face was disbelief. No one has ever risen the dead to fight, not until this moment. They will witness the power of a Warlock who has lost everything.
With one final look at my men, I ran towards the legion and my impending death.
One step. Two steps. I held up my sword. Three steps. I yelled. Four steps. Our swords clashed and blood was drawn. My men killed everyone in their path, because It's harder to kill something that's already dead.
My eyes met the mans blue ones.
"Warlock"
"Dead man" I hissed out.
His eyes widened as I swung again and my sword made contact with his throat and his head hit the ground with a thud. I felt my breath leave my body as I collapsed to my knees. My sword fell to the ground as I looked around.
They were all dead. Every last one. And I was next.
My back hit the ground and dust flew up around me. The sun was bright and the wind was blowing just right.
I closed my eyes, 'It's a great day to die'
"Who said you're dying?"
My eyes flew open and standing over me was a very big man.
