My surroundings slow as I fall down, I look at the heavens and see the moon rising above the horizon, shining brightly through the clouds. The wind feels cool against my face as my blood gurgles out of my mouth and runs out the open wound in my chest. Remnants of the Horald armies continued to clash as Hourkly's forces continued to push them towards the river. I will not live to see Hourkly banished from my land. As the last men-at-arms disappear over the hill, I gaze towards the last man I slayed.
His red auburn hair barely peeks out from underneath his helm. His aged face has a scar that runs from his outer earlobe towards his lip. He has clearly served in more battles than I, and yet I could run him through with my sword. My swordsmanship was sloppy. The man had nearly knocked the sword out of my hand with every blow he reigned down upon me. I felt as if every bone in my hand would shatter as his onslaught continued. As I had attempted to deflect a blow, he feinted and grabbed my blade with his gauntlet before impaling me through the ribs. The pain seemed sharp, but I had no time to focus as my adrenaline coursed through my veins. Before we both he and I had realized, we had run each other through. With my available hand I reached for the dagger my wife had given me and thrust it through his chin and the force clamped his chin shut.
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On my last breath I grasped what had happened and where I had gone wrong, I thought of my family and how I could have done better for them. I worried if they would continue to live on after or if they would meet their end with me. The picture of my family flashes in my mind as everything begins to fade into darkness.
Shortly after I begin to see a light and a blur of faces slowly coming into view. One of the faces, a man, was sharp and handsome with stubble across his face. He looked to be a strong knight in a position of much power. The other, a woman, she is holding me, her hands, soft, smooth... warm, her eyes, bright, blue, beautiful. Her hair is long and flowing like a river. She has the scent of an angel. They seem to be saying something that I can’t quite comprehend. I look around, the room, lit with some sort of... magic? The room is big and spacious with guards at the doors. As I look out the window, I realize the outside is unfamiliar to me. As everything comes to an end, I hear the man say “The new Prince of the Reinhardt kingdom has finally been born. We must have a feast in celebration.”
