Hello! So, I just wanted to post this, seeing as how I've updated neither of my other two fics in quite some time. I have ideas for both, though, so hopefully I'll have chapters up soon. Anyway, this is just a little drabble around Arthur going out to battle. Dunno if the scene and idea I was trying to portray came across...Anyway, I apologize again to those following any other stories of mine, and I hope everyone enjoys this little fic. (And I'm aware that this would probably never happen, but still..)
Aaaaand, go!
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Backed by hundreds, confronted by millions. Where is my support? Who will rush in alongside me? Who will ensure that even when I fall, all is not lost? I take the first step, and the line still solidly imposing behind me answers my unspoken, unknown quarry. Numbed, I give a cry I do not hear, initiate a charge I do not feel, and receive a blow which rattles my skull and steals my breath for one solitary moment. I am shaken to the core by the realization that I alone have crossed this boundary into informal exile. Only two have moved- I make to strike once more, and again, and again, and each attempt is met and slain by the nonplussed, indifferent swats of one.
I do not fight for my own honor. I do not fight for my once, but still, comrades. I do not fight for glory. I do not fight with hope. I do not fight with an understanding of why I subject myself to certain, lonely failure.
With another battle-cry, I surge forward once more, and I am greeted by the glaringly untainted glint of the lethal, inhuman, unforgiving steel that is to bring me to my knees and return me to the earth.
I fall to rest, leaving my unyielding world with the dying, unfinished words of, "For the love of-."
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Thanks for reading!