Snow.
The first flake of morning snow.
It's lovely the first sight, but soon mother winter would approach with far more aggressive days of cold.
There was nothing I could gaze at more than the elegant way the snow danced to the ground, nor the wind,
Nor the trees,
Nor the animals,
Nor the smell of ash and flesh.
I wish I could join the snow, dance in the wind and lay to rest as simply as it could. If only I could move, just stand and run.
I can't even feel the wound in my stomach, the absence of flesh on my body from the debris of forest behind me.
I can't remember,
But the hateful Red that stained the precious snow below me was enough,
It was enough to let me know that whoever I was, whoever I am- will be welcomed to sovengarde soon. Yet who am I? To think I'd be welcomed in such a place without the knowledge of my being or the life I lived,
Will a dying body be greeted by the heros that rest there?.
I will find out quite soon.
I can no longer see the humble snow above me, my vision is blurring the more I think about the returning Throb of my puncture, the more I smell the vivid aroma of death from
Behind. I mustn't have been the only one to
Be affected,
I can't even remember the final moments of my final breaths.
How pitiful to stain the white snow with my blood.
My vision no longer assists me.
"Collect the Wreckage, search for any signs of threat and gather the survivors"
"You Heard the man, on with it"
"By ysmir.. even children"
Peculiar... not one, nor two.
Three..
Three voices new to my ears, I can no
Longer open my eyes but my ears act in their place. Three men, no, incorrect. There's more than three, too many for me to count, my head can no longer Assist me in attempting to find more information,
All that's left is my Own voice. I am my only remaining company.
"A breather! Commander there's a survivor, for the love of Talos on with it men there won't be any survivors at the pace you fools work!"
The voice of a man was right next to
Me, faint and echoing.
My ears have failed me at this
Point, for no more could they hear the rest of the conversation this man could have made,
These unfamiliar men picked up and aided my wounded body and from then on My head failed me as well,
Beyond awaits me
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ActionUpon my blade lies blood of opposers who raise their heads under Sovnegarde's gaze to Strike upon their land, feeding at the bane of Kings who lives to demolish all peace. The ones who can end the dawn of time is Bestowed upon us chosen, But the one...
