Author's Note
The character's belong to their rightful owners.
I was really inspired by the opening song of WKC 2, so the opening line of this story is from that song. It does not belong to me.
A moon hangs low in a black and bloody sky; shining down on a dark and weary world… Carefully she steps across the battlefield and around the bodies of the fallen. Her heart drops when she sees familiar white armor. Its usual glow had faded away into a deathly gray.
She rushes over to the fallen knight. The light is gone from his blue eyes. She mutters a quick prayer for his soul and hurries on. Worry blooms in her chest, what had become of her other friends?
Next she finds a maiden, her fingers are still wrapped tightly around a bow, her arms ready to pull back the arrow in her other hand. Alas, the next arrow will not fly because she is also fallen.
She swallows hard as her eyes fill with tears, there is only on left, her king. She mutters another prayer and continues her pace faster than before.
The sound of battle reaches her ears and up ahead she sees two knights fighting her king. A knight in black and a dragon of vermillion are easily wearing down the golden king's defenses. The drake pulls back her lance and the king is dead before the woman can reach him.
She races over and slides down next to her king; tears awash her face. The drake levels her lance by her head.
"Sister do you still intend to play pacifist?"