The air was filled with the smell of blood. There were only dead bodies as far as Taehyung's sight went. He could see another mass of rival army attacking in, entering through the border of the province with bloody heavy munitions on their sides. He looked down to his almost broken shield and then to the number of remaining warrior mates around him, which was less than half of what they started with.
The king was dead. Taehyung no longer knew what the near future will bring. The enemy soldiers were nearing. With the slightest hope of victory, Taehyung screamed "ATTACK!!!".
He knew this was a mistake. He knew he could have saved however much lives were left. Knew that he'll be replacing the smiles of more than a thousand mothers, wives and children with mournful cries. But he never learnt to back off.
Being a brave and proud warrior that he was, the dreams of being which he grew up with, he never could have accepted defeat. Not unless death was at his door. And yeah, he was prepared to die today. Even though he didn't want to accept, Taehyung was subconsciously sure of not being able to witness the sunrise the next morning. Not when the rival crew was slaughtering every living soul around them like hoards of animals.
Accumulating all the will and energy he had left in him, he ran forward, trying his best to stab his sword inside every enemy in sight.
One. Two. Three. Four... He had already killed 17 living human in a matter of minutes. He was keeping track of the lives he was taking, for he knew he will need to recount his sins at hell's door.
He didn't know if the number of good deeds he's done would be able to neutralise with the number of families he's destroying right now. But for the sake of the protection of the kingdom he had behind him, he carried on doing what he was taught since childhood. PROTECT.
"FIGHT FOR YOUR KINGDOM AND SACRIFICE IF NEEDED" the words of his master echoed in his mind as he slashed the head of another combatant and ducked to avoid his attack. But before Taehyung could realise, someone else's shank had already spliced through his right leg.
The screeching pain ran from his knee through his whole body as he stumbled, not being able to balance the weight.
He was still trying to get up, filled with determination to keep the enemies away from his realm. His armaments were nowhere to be seen, nor were his fellow warriors.
He felt a sudden adrenaline rush in his body as he found another rival approaching in his direction. A cold axe touched his feet while he was desperately searching for a weapon.
Even though he could barely stand, he tightened his grip on it and threw himself over, stabbing the heart of the attacking foe.
He was on the verge of fainting as his lips spoke "I'm sorry your majesty. I can't protect our people anymore."
And then he collapsed, knowing it's 'THE END".
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His Healer
FanfictionHow a warrior called Taehyung, who loses his leg in a lost war, together with the healer Jungkook, who revives him, saves his enemy conquered kingdom. And what happens when they fall for each other in the process.