The air was thick with the metallic smell of the blood that covered the grass of the battlefield around me. I loved it! Battle was what I was born to do and I was more than glad to carry it out! I swung my sword expertly above my head, taking down some weird creature with goat-like legs on my right side. I flashed a wicked grin as the feeling of my blade cutting through the creature's leather armour tingled my fingers.
I moved through the enemy's ranks like a phantom, taking down an assortment of odd animals and strange people. My queen had sure built up these Narnians in vain, they were no stronger than any other people we had conquered. Nothing special. To my left I spotted a horseman galloping in my direction and I calmly pulled my crossbow from my back and took aim is his steed's chest. It seemed the rider read my thoughts because he jerked the reins hard and the chestnut colored horse reared, taking a few steps to the side on its hind legs. My arrow missed its mark and embedded its self in the horse's right thigh. The horse screamed a horsey scream of pain and fell to the side, writhing in discomfort, pinning its rider's left leg under it.
I chuckled to myself, flicked my hair over my shoulder and approached the downed pair. The rider had managed to get loose from the horse's oppressive weight and was half laying, half propped up, on the ground next to the beast whispering to it through teeth clenched in pain. I inserted an arrow and took aim and the rider, completely prepared to take his life. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
He looked up at me and I faltered. Deep chocolate eyes stared at me from under a thick covering of black hair, and I saw in them more emotion than I had ever seen in my life. There was fear, yes, and I was delighted to see it, but that was not all. The dark gaze held pride, sorrow, determination, anger, and, I lowered my crossbow ever so slightly, acceptance.
"If you're going to do it…" his voice was dark and firm, but tinted with pain, "…please aim for something vital."
My blue eyes widened at the young soldier's bravery. If there was anything I respected it was bravery and a willingness to die without fear. He just continued to stare up at me, leaning slightly on the horse in his pain, I could see blood dripping from the armour on his left leg.
With a no of respect, I raised the crossbow again and aimed right between his eyes…those dark, soul-searching eyes and took a steadying breath. He didn't even flinch as I pulled the trigger.