A crown or this? | minsung

🌙take me in your arms

They were rushed to much farther away, jisung was assisted since his leg was still quite badly injured. Minho was along side him, always checking if he was alright, yet his mind lingered and thought of Felix, who he had not seen since the very beginning of the battle.

"It's my fault...what ever happened to him..." Jisung whispered, with guilt filling his throat.

"What do you mean?" Minho said, well, whispered.

"My horse was cut down, Felix gave me his...it's my fault..."

"Don't say that..." Minho whispered and wanted to hold him so bad.

Hyunjin was frantic, looking around, panicking. They finally made it to where the soldier had directed and there was nothing but a piece of shiny metal on the ground.

Hyunjin watched it and looked at the guard with wide eyes.

"We need you to identify this necklace we found..." he said and Hyunjin crashed on his knees in front of it, putting a hand over his hand and crying heavily.

"I made it for him." He sobbed and people around him froze. A mixture or guilt, sorrow and empathy.

"His body has not been found yet...we're still looking..."

Hyunjin sobbed into his hands, with the necklace in the palm of his hand, his fingers curled up.

"Hyunjin..."

"I...lost him..." he cried and Jisung crotched down even if the pain was unbearable and he hugged Hyunjin, who gladly accepted, only crying harder. Minho was quiet, but the tears had not stopped rolling down his face. He had known Felix since he could remember, now he was gone.

Minho took a few steps back and screamed at the top of his lungs, freezing everyone's vains. They all didn't speak for a few minutes, only the sound of waterfalls and Hyunjin's cries could be heard. Jisung also shed a tear.

Hyunjin suddenly looked up, grasping the necklace to his chest and looked around.

"No...he can't be dead he..." he muttered and got up with no force what so ever. Jisung watched him get up with hope and he couldn't help but only cry more. Because he didn't have hope.

Hyunjin walked around and looked at the ground, suddenly stopping and picking something up.

"His ring..." he said and kept walking forward. Minho followed him close and they rushed while looking around on the ground. Jisung followed as fast as he could behind.

"His..." Minho paused and went to the ground, picking something up, with a frown. "This was his sword..." his bottom lip trembled.

"No, he's not dead." Hyunjin said loudly but Minho caught his arm before he could go anywhere.

"Hyunjin...i don't think...he made it"

Words cannot describe...the silence that followed. Hyunjin just stared back at Minho, still hanging by with an ounce of hope in his eyes. "I think it's over..."

Hyunjin looked around and shook his head.

"Felix!!!" Was what he yelled, ignoring Minho completely, who could only look down and cry onto his palm. Jisung went to him and leaned on his shoulder, as to not fall. "Felix!! Where are you?!" His voice broke when only his echo responded.

Minho dropped the sword on the floor and saw a huge man laying down, a huge weapon in hand, a bloody one.

"Felix fought his last battle here..." Minho looked at the blood that seemed to trail down. He followed it, step by step and let it lead him. "So where is his..." he stopped in front of an old brick wall, a run down house was there, completely distorted. The blood shed went to the inside of it, so Minho, with tears in his eyes, walked down the path.