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Prologue

Nuada was running as fast as he could, jumping over the dead and swerving away from those trying to pull their own dead from the mixture of creatures and humans. He could feel her fading from him, she had lead the fight, they never expected their numbers to be so great, and their technology to be slightly more advanced. Nuada didn't care that he was getting closer to the enemies boundaries where she lay, he had to save her.

He saw her hair glimmer in the light, and ran faster towards her. Jumping over more fallen and coming to her almost in a slide, he looked over her body diagnosing her wounds. She was breathing heavily but gave him no help to find what was slowly killing her. Poking and prodding her in every possible place he thought she was hurt he didn't realize that tears were slowly pouring down his face. She grasped his hands from their frantic searching and he looked up at her calm face.

"I doesn't matter now, the wound is too great for any doctor to heal." Her voice came in a whisper and Nuada's eyes narrowed.

"Where are you hurt?" she looked down at her legs and back to him. He watched her eyes and couldn't figure out what she was trying to tell him. "Tell me." A stray tear fell down her face, she hadn't been crying only because she couldn't feel anything.

"They came from behind me." She stopped to gasp a breath of air before continuing, Nuada gripped her had as tight as he could listening as intently as he could tears still falling from his eyes. "An axe. . . "She gasped again. "To my lower spine. . ." another ragged gasp. "I can't feel my legs." Nuada could hear his heart pounding in his ears, he had hoped someone had done away with the human that had done this to her, his one and only, the only one that ever truly understood him.

"I'll make sure you are taken care of, I'm not going to let you die." Nuada we to pick her up but she stopped him and he laid her gently back on the ground. "We have to get you help, this is not how it's supposed to end!" he practically shouted to her as she gasped for more air, trying to speak.

"This was my destiny . . . "she looked up at him, realization had hit her hard just then and the tears began to flow more freely. "I was supposed to die here . . . "Nuada began to shake his breath ragged he didn't want to hear any of this, she was going to live and she wasn't going to object. "The fortune teller . . . one of our many journeys . . . said I would die here . . . . And that I would die for you . . . your father . . . my people . . . . my kingdom." He let out a huge breath at that moment.

"Don't believe that woman we met, it was only a coincidence." He sighed she didn't believe in coincidences, and he looked down and her as she smiled up at him. "I know I know everything happens for a reason." He came closer to whisper to her. "By why now, why here." She gripped his upper arm as he came closer. "Why couldn't we die old together, why in battle do us worriers always have to go." Taking another ragged breath, his tears fell a freely as they could and he made no attempt to resist like he always had in the past. "Is there no peaceful death for those who fight for what they believe in?" Alexandria reached her had up and wiped away some of the tears the clung to his cheek.

"This is a worriers destiny . . . . . We fight . . . we die . . . and the lucky ones . . . get to live until they are old . . . with their wives . . . and families . . . but they never forget . . . how many of their companions . . . died . . . and then they have to live with it . . . for the rest of their lives." Nuada couldn't fully understand what she was trying to get across to him. "I would rather die here and now that die old and decrepit with no fighting chance." Nuada shook his head.

"Why, there was so much that I still had to tell you, so much I wanted to ask you." He felt her grip loosen from his arm and he knew that she was getting close, every moment was precious now for her. He just watched her and her last breaths, she reached up to her necklace and pulled it sharply from her neck and placed it in his hand before gripping tightly to his arms again pulling him closer.

"Do this now, and promise me this one thing before I go." She took in another ragged breath. "Avenge me, the humans must pay for what they have done. Against everything that we have ever stood up against your father for forget and make them pay for not only my death but the death of my men, my friends." He couldn't believe what she was telling him to do, he had objected at the first thought of it. "Don't forget me, my prince." She said with one last gasp and then her eyes where still, she made no movement, no more breaths to signify that she was possible still alive. Nuada's body began trembling harder as he watched her body slowly turn to stone. He sat there on his knees as the sunset across the field laden with the bodies of the fallen.

He said a silent prayer to himself and spoke to her as if she was still there. "I will never forget you, my actions these next few years, don't judge me of them, it's all for you, I will avenge you." He gripped the necklace in his hand and the memories flooded his mind of when she had been presented it, how beautiful she had looked that day. Standing he turned and scanned the field for his father. Making the long journey back to the top of the hill, hands clenched in fists he tried to control his anger. He watched his father talk to all the captains and generals who had stayed on the sidelines, making her lead the entire force on her own.

Making it to the top of the hill he faced his fathers back and waited. Feeling the presence of one of his own King Balor turned to his son and analyzed his state. Everyone watched the prince closely almost afraid that they were in for. Nuada kept a tight hold on the necklace as he looked up at his father. Taking a deep breath he whispered something he once promised to never say.

"Build the army."

A/N: Let me know what you think! This had been in my head for ages, thanks for reading! Reviews make more chapters! Thanks