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A woman stood in silence as the break of a new day formed at her back. Disheveled, pained and bloody she stared out across the battlefield now covered in scraps of weapons and bodies. The battle had raged for a full week before unconsciousness had claimed her. If not for the lonely flag waving high in the light breeze the victor of this unsightly battle would have never been known. Her ‘side’ had won. All who had been able to walk had fled and now she stood alone. By the sheer mass left behind she could easily imagine that only a few handfuls of warriors had limped away.
Looking at the vast layer of death didn’t seem so bad for some reason. Perhaps that was because she’d spent the last few hours gaining enough strength to climb out of the sea of dead and bloody bodies she’d practically been buried under. The cries and screams mostly gone now meant that death had passed its hand many times over the battlefield during the night. Forcing her feet to move forward she stumbled over the newly dead in search for signs of life.
Through the course of the day she walked over the wide span of blood stained grass. No one found alive stayed that way for long. By then end of the day she’d promised three acts of revenge, four last requests and carried two ‘forget-me-nots’ from dear friends and allies. Old complications of their chaotic lives sadly remained until their last breath. She’d held many strangers, half with names she couldn’t pronounce let alone remember, till they passed from this world and onto the next.
At the edge of the field, the urge to plunge her sword through her own aching heart offered a better fate as she was sure bled from despair by now. Instead tears for the shattered warriors fell out of respect and love. A remorseful “Good-bye” was carried into the wind before she picked up her tattered body and staggered away.
Her mind raced over thoughts of where to go, what to do, but one question now remained at the back of her mind. “Why am I still alive?” Perhaps it was pure will to live, perhaps she got lucky, who could know? Then again sometimes there are no answers. Life just is, and for that reason alone her only purpose now would be to fulfill wishes and rest the dead. Long roads lay ahead and a life yet to be rebuilt called out to her in the distance. Unfortunately remnants of the past would always stir in her mind even though some might argue that she had no more cause to think of them. Changed in so many ways her only family would no longer recognize her. Her dearest friends were either gone or dead. Her home had been destroyed and power felt more like a memory. Those who had trusted their lives to her were also gone and may they rest in pieces. “Sad fools,” she mused with a heavy heart, almost as if she wished she couldn’t be blamed for their horrific deaths.
Oddly through her sorrow next came the thought of her love. Perhaps the only man who didn’t have to try and figure her out. He just knew. Last she’d seen of him he was battling the leader of the opposing army. How glorious he looked with eyes that set free his darkness from within. He’d probably been the one to lead the army to their bloody victory.
Her time in presumed death was unclear. Ambushed and sliced up she’d fallen into a pit, buried by a sea of warriors. She didn’t blame them for thinking her dead, she’d thought the same thing when the conscious world reared its ill head.
At last she stopped in her tracks to shake away the memories but their refusal grew potent. So many faces though most distorted beyond recognition. A chill wind sent shivers up her spine and a new thought screaming through her mind. What if she had passed over her love’s body this day? A new tear streamed down her face but she proudly straightened. Then, maybe one more soul would have to be put to rest by her heart.
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