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Part One- Before. . .
I'm lying across from it, a great spear into the sky; it stands illuminated by the rising sun, standing proud and forever. I look down to my legs swirling in the water, blood seeping from my wounds to dye the water red. I guess I should feel lucky that I can't feel them or anything much except for the splitting headache that keeps me from just giving myself to a peaceful rest. I've heard that your supposed to see your life before you die and that's what I'm afraid of. To see the faces of pain and anguish, the faces of hatred and anger swirling before is my greatest fear, I'm not scared to die being as close as I am. All I want to see is her lovely face again instead of what I see down the beach lying face down in the water dead with an arrow through her.
"Come on . . ." I try to scream at the sea, at the mountain and anything else in what remained of my voice, I hoped somebeast would come and end me. "End this . . ." I almost find myself pleading for an end as my body numbs over, I can't feel anything, but the pain inside. Of course my voice is really nothing more then a hoarse whisper so it doesn't carry death back to me, I almost feel disappointed.
"Blighters couldn't take us wot?" I can hear them down the beach laughing at the carnage they have given, stopping only to mourn the passing of their own. They kick corpses to make sure they're truly dead and gone from this world forever, they laugh and make jibes at the dead making light of the blood-stained earth and vermilion seas. I can feel the arrow through my shoulder again now as some of the numbness fades, I guess this world isn't done with me yet.
"No I say they couldn't old chap." They're drawing nearer and pretty soon I'm probably gonna be the butt of some sick joke, maybe my head will be on a stick as a warning or something like that. I'd only heard stories of these warriors, most said they have honor, although others painted a different picture.
"Look one of them is still up and about, well . . . if that arrow weren't there." One of them, a girl is looking down into my face with a look of disgust; I just look away, close my eyes and hope it will be quick.
"Slay him gel." One of them shouts as he fades into the distance, I open my eyes to find that I'm alone with her, I look up into her face. She seems rather young to b one of the warriors, but I don't care, death is death I suppose although life is a living death now. I look over to the floating form of Celeste, she is drifting of to sea, I'll be with her soon hopefully, I look up at the figure standing above me expectantly looking for a dawn blade or something, but she is looking at the body as it floats. Quickly she runs over and flips her over and looks, after a moment a look of sorrow replaces the disgust.
"Too much . . ." She murmurs softly and walks back to me, by now I can feel enough of my body to be groaning softly in pain. My voice is strangled and is finally lost in a fit of coughing, blood splatters from my mouth onto the sand and almost onto the girl's foot as she jumps back to avoid it.
"Do it . . ." I demand in what's left of my voice, I look at her with impatience as she kneels down before me and removes a bag that looks suspiciously like a medical bag. She was no warrior; she was only a young maid, probably a healer to. Unlike the battle hardened warriors she was innocent, not used to the death and results of war. She looked as if she tasted a meal for the second time and about to lose whatever she'd had for lunch. As ridiculous as it sounds the thought made me hungry, I was lying on the ground hungry about to die, as a healer looks at me with pity. She starts working on me is silence for some reason, I wish she would just leave me to die. I was close enough.
"Don't worry . . ." My vision slowly began to fog into a white blur as she bandaged and worked with herbs, Celeste would know more about it then me, she was a healer too. I laughed at this healer softly.
"Don't waste time on me, I want this now . . ." I pleaded as she faded from my vision clouded over and quickly turned from a blinding white to pitch black. With that the memories began to flow through my mind freely and my fears were realized. Well, I thought, here's my life . . .
Part One- Before. . .
I'm lying across from it, a great spear into the sky; it stands illuminated by the rising sun, standing proud and forever. I look down to my legs swirling in the water, blood seeping from my wounds to dye the water red. I guess I should feel lucky that I can't feel them or anything much except for the splitting headache that keeps me from just giving myself to a peaceful rest. I've heard that your supposed to see your life before you die and that's what I'm afraid of. To see the faces of pain and anguish, the faces of hatred and anger swirling before is my greatest fear, I'm not scared to die being as close as I am. All I want to see is her lovely face again instead of what I see down the beach lying face down in the water dead with an arrow through her.
"Come on . . ." I try to scream at the sea, at the mountain and anything else in what remained of my voice, I hoped somebeast would come and end me. "End this . . ." I almost find myself pleading for an end as my body numbs over, I can't feel anything, but the pain inside. Of course my voice is really nothing more then a hoarse whisper so it doesn't carry death back to me, I almost feel disappointed.
"Blighters couldn't take us wot?" I can hear them down the beach laughing at the carnage they have given, stopping only to mourn the passing of their own. They kick corpses to make sure they're truly dead and gone from this world forever, they laugh and make jibes at the dead making light of the blood-stained earth and vermilion seas. I can feel the arrow through my shoulder again now as some of the numbness fades, I guess this world isn't done with me yet.
"No I say they couldn't old chap." They're drawing nearer and pretty soon I'm probably gonna be the butt of some sick joke, maybe my head will be on a stick as a warning or something like that. I'd only heard stories of these warriors, most said they have honor, although others painted a different picture.
"Look one of them is still up and about, well . . . if that arrow weren't there." One of them, a girl is looking down into my face with a look of disgust; I just look away, close my eyes and hope it will be quick.
"Slay him gel." One of them shouts as he fades into the distance, I open my eyes to find that I'm alone with her, I look up into her face. She seems rather young to b one of the warriors, but I don't care, death is death I suppose although life is a living death now. I look over to the floating form of Celeste, she is drifting of to sea, I'll be with her soon hopefully, I look up at the figure standing above me expectantly looking for a dawn blade or something, but she is looking at the body as it floats. Quickly she runs over and flips her over and looks, after a moment a look of sorrow replaces the disgust.
"Too much . . ." She murmurs softly and walks back to me, by now I can feel enough of my body to be groaning softly in pain. My voice is strangled and is finally lost in a fit of coughing, blood splatters from my mouth onto the sand and almost onto the girl's foot as she jumps back to avoid it.
"Do it . . ." I demand in what's left of my voice, I look at her with impatience as she kneels down before me and removes a bag that looks suspiciously like a medical bag. She was no warrior; she was only a young maid, probably a healer to. Unlike the battle hardened warriors she was innocent, not used to the death and results of war. She looked as if she tasted a meal for the second time and about to lose whatever she'd had for lunch. As ridiculous as it sounds the thought made me hungry, I was lying on the ground hungry about to die, as a healer looks at me with pity. She starts working on me is silence for some reason, I wish she would just leave me to die. I was close enough.
"Don't worry . . ." My vision slowly began to fog into a white blur as she bandaged and worked with herbs, Celeste would know more about it then me, she was a healer too. I laughed at this healer softly.
"Don't waste time on me, I want this now . . ." I pleaded as she faded from my vision clouded over and quickly turned from a blinding white to pitch black. With that the memories began to flow through my mind freely and my fears were realized. Well, I thought, here's my life . . .