Diamonds in the Dirt

Hero

Hero

Robin swung his sword with all his might at the upcoming solider, hitting him with a, thunk! Robin hit the man on his armored head, giving the last fateful blow. Robin's arms and legs ached and screamed, his whole body in pain. He had been fighting soldiers for hours, cutting down man after man. He was in the mist of war, a soldier for his kingdom, Addamare, who was at war with the naboring kingdom, Kithro. Robin was fighting for his kingdom and it's people. As he had marched to battle hours ago he had seen many women and children all with fear stricken faces as they watched their men walk off to war, and for some death. Robin had no family among those, for he was alone, but that did nothing to stop him from the fire burning in his heart to save the people around him. Robin had skill, he knew that and it pleased him to know he was using that skill to help others. So, he fought. Over the past hours he had seen some of his friends fall from enemy's blade. Every second he fought he had them in mind, and he ignored all the pain and all his weariness a revenge full fire burning in his heart. As Robin knocked another man down, he saw something in the back of his eye. An armored man who stood shorter and smaller than everyone else. Robin quickly realized it was no man at all, but a boy. He wore the colors of the Addamare flag, blue and gold and he fought bravely knocking down a soldier. Robin knocked the man he was fighting out and made his way to the boy. He saw another warrior raise his sword above the boy, Robin spirited towards them. Right before the sword hit the boy, and produced a fateful blow, Robin jumped in the way. A sharp pain stabbed his right lung, and Robin bellowed in agony. He thrust his sword forward and killed the soldier. The pain was too great for Robin to stand, he fell backwards into he mud. His vision was dotted with black and red. The boy whom he had saved, leaned down and cradled Robin's head in his arms. The boy had a thin face, yet it was strong though full of fear and shock. He looked only about eleven years old. He had sparkling blue eyes, and blond hair that sat under his helmet. Robin stared into the boys full intelejent eyes reminding him of his own blue eyes.

"You saved me." the boy breathed.

Sounds around Robin where starting to fade, as of they where leaving going far off into the distance.
Robin knew his time was coming, but he needed to stay alive for this boy, at least long enough for him to leave this battle. Robin ignored the pain and focused on speaking.

"I saved you, so you could save others like I have." Robin croaked. "Go, get out if this battle and grow up! Grow and practice and train until you are ready to fight once more and bright honor to your family. I have no family, so do what I could not. My name is Robin. What is yours?"

"Peter."

"Well Peter," Robin continued, gasping for breath, "Never forget me. Always remember me when you feel tired or weak, know that you can be a hero someday soon."

A fresh wave of pain washed over Robin, making him gasp and groan. His vision was almost gone.

"Go! Leave and survive!" Robin cried.

Peter nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks. Robin breathed his last breath. He smiled to himself, he closed his eyes, knowing he would die, but he would die in a way that he had strived to be. He would die helping someone else. He would die a hero.

(A/N I know it's a little sad, but it's awesome too! Please vote and comment! Tell me what you thought! And don't ever forget Robin, or his dying words.)