Wielding a sword within her hand and a shield in another, she was prepared to fight.
The army behind her was in a stance, as the enemy approached.
"We stay here until this war is over! Do not fall back, no matter what!"
She had yelled with false confidence, but would never let them know that.
A fury of war cries echoed across the land, or so they say.
The leader hacked left and right, with no sign of quitting.
The others followed, mimicking their leader.
10,000 soldiers- dead.
"I do not care for the glorification of war. I want justice, and if that means killing you- then so be it, brother."
She had said, bitterly, drawing her sword.
"After all, it's not over until it's over, right- sister dearest?"
The enemy leader had grinned, before lunging at her with his own sword.
She had jumped away, his sword nicking her arm.
A simple swing from her own sword had hit him and he stumbled back, bleeding.
"When did you get so good? Were my lessons that excellent?"
He grinned, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Forgive me, brother. Wherever your soul may end up. But know this; You chose wrongly."
She smiled, tears also welling up, threatening to spill over.
She held the tip of the sword to his neck, as her tears finally spilled.
The cheers of the people filled her heart, but there would always be a tiny hole for her brother.
Some say, she uses his sword as a remembrance.
