A War Created (Merome)

Mitch's Point of View

"Oh Biggums don't worry. I'll be back." Jerome said, a grin on his face. Mitch shook his head, holding out his hand to the bacca.

Mitch was injured badly from the war. The biggest war anybody has seen in centuries. Already two days in, already too many deaths. Mitch already injured himself, a broken leg and arm, along with bruises and cuts. Who knows how bad it will become to Jerome?

"No.... Jerome don't go. You'll die.... Remember there isn't respawn like the hunger games, or any other games or parkour." He said, sitting upright in the bed he lay on. Jerome shook his head and gave a small chuckle.

"I will be back, for sure." Jerome grinned again. He went over to the injured boy and gave him a hug before leaving the base of operations.

"Don't go.." Mitch mumbled, now alone in the room. "He can't die.... He doesn't need to even be here!" He leaned his head against the pillow, closing his eyes. "He doesn't need to fight."

Mitch suddenly opened his eyes, quickly sitting up. "I need to help him. He can't just... leave.." He hopped from the bed, ignoring the pain that shot up his leg.

He grabbed the shield that was on the ground. Then ran, as best he could, to the desired area of battle, were Jerome would likely fight in.

And of course, there was Jerome. In the forest while fighting the enemy. Two of them, to be exact, were targeting the bacca, trying to find a way up to the tree he was on.

One of the two started to point the bow at Jerome, the other went into the forest somewhere. Jerome swung his axe menacingly towards the guy. dodging the arrows he struck at him.

Mitch took a sword from one of the dead bodies on the ground, which happened to be an iron one. He quickly went towards the guy shooting and hit him in the head with the shield. The enemy fell down, almost instantly getting knocked out. Mitch brought the sword down onto the guy, then turned back to where Jerome was.

Turns out, the other guy had ran into the forest to find a way up to the tree without getting caught. And he had done it, as Jerome was taken by surprised by a sword into his back, then pushed out of the tree.

Mitch immediately went to his friend's side. He didn't care that he was already hurt, Jerome needed assistance, and that he was getting. The enemy jumped down from the tree, ready to fight him.

The battle didn't go on too long, but when the enemy was about to die, he stabbed Jerome again by doing a juke on Mitch. By doing that, he was greeted by death as Mitch killed the solider. Then rushed to the bacca's aid.

"Why'd you come out here? You could've gotten yourself killed." Jerome whispered weakly. The loss of blood has already taken a toll on him, as he was too weak to lift up his head.

"Jerome.." Mitch trailed off when he pulled Jerome closer to himself, trying to get him to sit upright. "You needed help... It's not just me to worry about."

Jerome sighed and his eyes lingered from the battle area, to Mitch. He stared up at him. "I never did tell you something..."

"And what was that?"

Jerome stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke softly. "I love you."

They stayed quiet for a while, just staring at each other. That was, before instincts took over. Mitch had leaned in, and kissed him.

A kiss.

It was a simple kiss really.

Short and sweet.

Once they pulled away, Mitch rested his forehead against Jerome's. "I love you too."

~

Jerome had died that day. Died from blood loss. The death of their friend did do a lot of damage, but it damaged Mitch the most. As much as he wanted to reject it, he knew he had to face reality.

~

"Are you sure you want to go to his grave, Mitch?" Sundee asked as Mitch started to walk of the city.

"I'm sure. I have been doing this for the past few years, Sundee." Mitch whispered, pulling his hoodie somewhat closer to him. His friend nodded. Mitch then continued down the path, to the graveyard.

As he got there, he forced himself to not cry. He gave a shaky breath in, and walked to his dead friend's grave.

Now he stood before it. Wilted white roses and a diamond axe was at the grave. Mitch took something from his hoodie, and placed it on the grave. He read the same words, that he almost memorized.

"In memory of Jerome ASF." He mumbled to himself. He stared at the words, then down to the ground. A single white rose was there now, among the other wilted ones.

Mitch bent down and cleaned the ivy off the grave stone. He placed his hand on it, now allowing himself to cry quietly as he said to himself one phrase.

"The Legend Of Benja and Bacca...is Over...For Good."