"Help", I heard a pained and weak voice from the chamber ahead. I had two urges: to help, to run. Was this a trap? I could never tell with 'him', but I couldn't leave him here to die. As I entered the room from which I heard the moans of pain, I noticed a golden two horned spectacular helmet, at least it would've been spectacular had it not had a horn ripped off, the crown was dented and blood splattered upon it. The blood around the room showed signs of a terrible struggle. A scepter lay on the the floor opposite of the helmet. A blue stone shattered underneath.
I saw him laying there on the floor. No armor. No protection. Several gashes all over his body producing mass amounts of blood. If I left him there he'd die. And soon. I knelt down over him unable to conceal my concern. "Please. Dear. Help." I saw no hint of deception in his blue eyes just pain, and most worrisome...Fear. His face began to turn blue and his eyes red. He wouldn't last much longer. My hands shook as I tried to wrap the wounds. I ripped what fabric I could find into strips. I knew it would do nothing for this man.
I went to go dab at the wound with a cloth soaked in one of the many bottles of alcohol, when a icy hand wrapped around my wrist. "No. Too late darling." I shook my head. I had no idea why I was helping this man. He was handsome that was for sure. A chiseled face that seemed better suited on a marble bust of some god in a museum. He gave a shaky breath, "I was a fool. Tell him that will you?" He asked pulling my hand to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to it, holding it there for a moment before letting his arm fall over his chest. I could feel his slowly weakening heart beat. For some reason I didn't want to move. To break his peace. He opened his eyes and looked at me, the Crimson orbs searching my face. He gave my hand one last squeeze, "Shed no tears for me. I don't deserve them darling. Let me have my rest." He whispered softly letting his head roll back over, the light slowly leaving his eyes till he was still. A small trickle of blood dripped from the edge of his thin lips and his grip on my hand loosened. I cried any way. He was gone.