The mound was lonely but for a red haired hero weeping, holding a broken bow still strung in one hand and a broken shaft in the other.
She had sent him away to protect a village.
Why? Why her?
The hero stood, rubbed his eyes from the rare tears.
"Raven."
He turned. "Rebecca?" he saw no one.
"Raven it's not your fault."
He fell back to his knees, new tears flowing. "WHY!" he screamed.
Back at camp Wil the sniper herd the scream and sobbed. The mat in his tent was damp from previous tears.
Wil had avoided dinner for the thought of Rebecca's love for cooking and seeing Dart the berserker who resembled her brother Dan all too much.
Raven had skipped diner to continue mourning her. He placed each end of the broken bow in the mound and laid the pieces of the shaft between.
On his way back to camp he remembered it too well.
Slice went the silver sword through the knight's amour then skin. The body drooped. Twang.
Thud.
A mercenary's body laid on the ground a white feathered shaft tail poking out the back. Her green hair swished. She smiled. Her face hardened as her keen eyes spotted something. "Raven the village, that pirate."
He turned and took off, leaping when in range. He landed, smashing his shield into the pirate's face the stabbed it through the chest. He slung the body on the ground and turned. He was shocked; six wyvern riders were surrounding her. She fired. AHHH! One wyvern fell onto a thicket rider following both dying. He ran as fast as he could.
Twang.
Down goes another screaming rider. Nearly there. The remaining riders swooped at her. Duck.
Side step.
Nooo! Lance through her stomach. Falling she fired hitting another.
Nooo! Lance through the shoulder, then the chest. He was in the fray like lightning. He was invicible. Leaping, sword a blur, blood everywhere. Wyverns and riders lay on the ground. There she was valiant till death he carried her away.
Near his tent Raven found a newly bloomed wildflower on a rock. He wept.
So this is my first fic what do you think? please R&R thanx.
