The heavy rain poured down on the vast battlefield as a distraught prince stood over his enemy's corpse. The divine sword Falchion's once beautiful blade was now covered in blood .
He tightened his grip on the sword's hilt , I'm sorry Emm, He thought struggling to hold back tears.
A whirlwind of emotions rattled through the prince's body. Memories of his now late sister buzzed in his head. Memories of her gentle smile that shown through even with all the hardships she had to endure. Those memories then emerged as a torrent of rage as glared outward.
"Damn you Gangrel!" The prince cried out as he ran at the plegian soldiers before him.
The plegians could only scream in pain as the furious prince slashed them down. His anger only matched by his immense sadness. However his mind once again was clouded in doubt. Would Emmeryn really want this? This question bogged in his mind every time he cut down an enemy. He pondered the question as he stood drenched in the rain and covered in mud.
"Chrom come on!" The blue haired prince looked up to see a white haired man in a tactician's coat calling to him.
Chrom too distraught to say anything simply walked over to his close friend.
"Look Chrom I know how you feel but we have to go!" The tactician said, "The enemy numbers are dwindling so now's our chance"
His friend was right now wasn't the time to wallow in depression and loathing. Right now all that mattered was escape. Escape to live another day in order to carry on his sister's legacy and bring forth the peace Emmeryn so desperately fought to obtain.
Hey everyone I was just listening to some Awakening tracks when this little short popped into my head. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it.