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That moment.
It was in that moment, where his knees crashed to the ground, that everything went silent. All sounds of battle ceased, but the war carried on. The ringing in my ear grew louder as I watched him pull the arrow from deep inside his chest, now covered in dark red blood. It seeps from the wound, soaking his shirt. It drips from his mouth. It is all I can see.
That moment felt like a million years but it was barely five seconds.
Five seconds of complete and utter panic.
My heart stopped right there and I don't think it will ever start again. My body is drenched in a cold chill but covered in a hot worry at the same time.
By the time I finish off the warriors surrounding me. By the time I have carved and punctured and paralyzed the ones around me and cross the space between us, a second wave of terror hits me.
He is now lying on his back, the cursed arrow still in his bloody hand.
This scene gives back my hearing and all the sounds come rushing in. The clashing of swords. The arrows soaring through the air. The crackling of fire and screaming of townsfolk and cry of knights and banging of armor.
But no noise comes from him.
The sky darkens with smoke and ash. I fall to his side and press my hands into his chest as a poor attempt to stop the bleeding. I look up and around to find someone, anyone, who can help me, but the battle carries on. My friends and citizens all to busy to notice me in need. Accepting defeat, I look back down at him.
"Your going to be okay," I lie, my voice higher than usual. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
His eyes, full of pain and something more, lock onto mine. I remember all the times he used to look at me deeply like he is now. In the hallways, the throne room, the dining hall....
"Princess," He gasps. "My love," A horrible gurgling sound comes from his throat, making me choke on a sob. "You need to- get out- of here." He coughs between the words, causing red drops of blood to spray from his mouth. But by now I am already soaking in it. "You're- too- important- to the kingdom."
I wait a beat as he tries to say something else, but I know what is on his lips, unable to come out.
I love you
"To hell with the kingdom! I fight with you." I say on the verge of tears. I try to smile for his benefit but snot and tears run down my face. More softly I say, closer to his face, "We love together, we fight together, remember?"
And before I can make out another word, his eyes roll back and he's gone. Just. Like. That.
My heart breaks and it breaks quickly. But there is no time for grief, not right now. Not when there is a war to be won. So I pick up my head, stand to my feet, and leave him.
I'm filled with rage toward my enemies. Fueled by adrenaline, I slice throats and wield my two swords through the air. My weapons slice through stomachs, leaving their mark and collapsed bodies in my wake.
When I come in contact with an experienced fighter, he knocks one of the swords from my grasp. I repay him with a pierce to his thigh and a deep cut across his hip. I block his thrust and our swords clash, but I grab a dagger from the inside of my thigh and stab him through his heart.
I sheath my only sword and pull my bow from my back as I sprint up a hill to join my archers. My younger brothers are here while our eldest one fights below with our father, the king.
Together, we shower our enemies with arrows. Together, we help end the fight. And together we stand, bloody but victorious.
The war was over in mere hours.
Hours. It took only hours.
This morning, I woke up in my knight's arms
This evening, I bury him.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow I stand alone.
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