Hey readers, this was just a little fic I came up with in math. It's AU and slightly tragic, I hope you like it.
I don't own YJ
The view was heart shattering, seeing the fallen pieces of the world they all once knew was agonizing. The decimated land stretched for miles. Pieces of rubble visible in the distance. Ghosts of fallen souls haunted the abandoned ruins of the once thriving world. There was almost nothing left. The few individuals that remained struggled to fight, barely able to survive in the harsh reality. It was an uphill battle and they were losing by far. They were tired, beaten, broken, and losing by a landslide. Blood, dirt and tears plastered their faces; cuts and scars covered their skin. Hope was fading, but the war was not over. There was still light in their eyes, the fire of determination burned in their souls. They were not going to give up; they were not going to fall.
On the final morning the sky was grim, eight figures stood on the horizon looking into the bloodstained field. They were facing impending doom. Their chance of success was little to none, but they were still going to try. As the enemy neared they took off, charging into the fray without a second glance. Never stopping, never hesitating, fighting until their last breath, when they were given death's bittersweet release. Sacrificing the only thing they had left so others would live to see tomorrow. Hoping their efforts would not be in vain. That there would still be a future…
Ok I know its sad and semi coherent but I had to post this drabble ish thing. Please review it makes me happy.