The captain drew his sword, and they clashed. Lincoln was unrefined, barely able to defend, but finding a single opening, he got a slice in at the Captain's eye. Of course, it wasn't actually an opening, as the captain had already driven his sword through Lincoln's heart.
Lincoln dropped to his knees, and the captain spoke.
"It would be too kind to kill you quickly. You will bleed out, thinking of all you did."
"Y-you a-*cough*, are no better." Said Lincoln, coughing up blood as the captain mounted a muffalo and rode away, leaving Lincoln to die. He lay on the ground, as the sun began to set, and the beautiful night sky began to become visible once more, like all those years ago.
As his vision became blurred and his mind foggy, he almost thought he saw a figure made out of light appear near him, but then, black.
Mackeroy and Abigail rode for days, and days turned to weeks, weeks to a month. When they finally stopped, it was at a native tribe, where Mackeroy simply dropped off Abigail.
"It would be safer for you if you weren't with me. One day, we shall meet again, I know it. Be good, like your mother would want." He said. "Your father once gave me a pendant he found, belonging to your mother. They would want you to have it."
He handed her the pendant, inscribed with the words "Never forget" written on it. As Mackeroy left, Abigail entered the tribe, who welcomed her with open arms.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world, in the castle in the mountains, Captain Wallace sat in the medical bay, an eyepatch over his eye. A man walked in wearing an all black dress outfit, and handed him a note. He then left.
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Chronicles 1: Revenge
Science FictionThe first of a collection of 10 stories throughout time on a distant world where humanity fled to after Earth became uninhabitable. The first story's rough draft is finished, though subject to change. The second story is being written, and a sneak p...
