There she was, preparing to go for yet another war. She was old now, too old to be running off like this. I could see that she was a little strained by her weighty armour, a tiny bit less graceful than before. She wobbled slightly as she climbed her cavalry horse, which was equally as old as her, shrugging off my supporting hand.
"Why do you want to go?" I asked, not understanding. I always wonder whether she felt her age. She had scars that wouldn't heal right and joints that ached practically all the time. But she has a heart of a warrior, and it takes more than a cut on the shoulder and creaky legs to take her out of a good fight. She looked down at me from her horse, sensing my worry. She smiled reassuringly.
"I just have to." She said. I shook my head.
"Don't die then," I said like I have said all those other times. She laughed as she rode out, the sound carried to my ears by the wind. She rode off to distant lands, past the horizon
She did not come back.
My beloved wife.
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A Warrior through and through
FantasyWhen Walter left his old life to begin a new one with the love of his life, he believed that there would be no need to use his god like powers ever again. He was wrong. Fifteen years later, his wife disappeared in battle, presumed dead by everyone...
