To Die In Battle-- AtlanticCraft Fanfic

To Die In Battle

(Author's Note)- All of this will be taking place in KrakenKid's Point Of View.

We had won.

It took everything we had but we finally won. We won against Atlantis, once and for all. The battle was long and the hardest thing I've done in my life, but I did it. I was ruler now. I defeated Cody and now no one could stop me tomorrow as I would step up to the throne and finally take control. Atlantis had some serious fixing needed. Who better to do it than me?

After our success, we started to celebrate back the the Conch Command. After all, it still was our home, even if we did just win everything, I don't think anyone is ready to give it up yet.

We partied crazily all afternoon and now it was well into the night. Barely anyone was going to bed though. "The night's still young!" They would say. "It's only 9!" They would shrug. No one wanted to stop, because after what happened in the battle, no one wanted to think about it. Everyone was partying their cares away and never stopped to think about all the pain that happened. Well, ALMOST everyone.

No matter how hard I tried, it didn't feel right. I just couldn't completely get rid of the ache in my heart. That one factor was dragging me down more than ever with no cure known. Baby Blooper noticed and tried asking me about it. I just gave the best fake smile I could muster and said the fabled words.

"I'm fine."

But I wasn't.

Darrel was having a fantastic time, dancing his little blue feathers off the whole night. I did my best to dance with him to forget what I felt but it didn't last long. Not long enough anyways. The feeling only returned to haunt me and suddenly dancing lost it's magic. Bruce and Gnash were having some sort of general rap battle after a while. Amusing, true, but then all I could think was how he would have loved it and I was shot down once again.

Hunchback Herbert was making some really weird drinks, something with pineapple, soy sauce, a couple of chocolate chips and his "Secret Ingredient." It was actually pretty good and I enjoyed myself for longer than I thought I would. Of course, that would all end just like everything else. Cranky Crab was just cooking some delicious food, including my favorite dessert, Cherry Cheesecake.

However, none of this would completely make me happy. Nothing could at this point. Not after what happened.

Eventually, at Nine-thirty, I excused myself, claiming to be tired and needed my rest for tomorrow. Some tried to get me to stay with no avail, others just nodded at me and let me be. My son was reaching out to me, but was swept away by the crowd.

And I was alone.

Sneaking downstairs, I exited through the main entrance and found my way to the back. My movements became heavier when I came closer to it. My reminder of what happened.

A gravestone peeked out of the ground, recently put there. Right next to it was a Cherry Blossom. He always did love those trees.

I came to a stop at the base of the grave. I didn't dare to peek at the stone, after all, I already knew what it said. I didn't need a reminder for it. Seconds turned to minutes and I just stood there, staring at the ground in disbelief. I never thought I'd see the day. I always suspected it happening but I thought it would happen way in the future, not now and not while he was so young. He had years ahead of him, so many of those years that we could have spent together, all taken away so soon.

I was frozen in place. My limbs wouldn't move, no matter how much I wanted them to do something-- anything! But they did nothing. I felt like a statue, but soon the wave of emotion crashed down and I was on the ground, clutching the ground and hoped that anything would stop this from being real.