The hunting trip is cut short
The yells and cries of bandits rupture the peace
No time to react.
Trapped
No plan to help
No help to plan
Until.
A smile curls across the masters mouth
Shooting fear through emamies mind.
Collective. Together. Unanimous
They charge
Tearing down bodies like unwanted walls.
Dividing red and black through the forest
The fresh wet red royal carpet beneath the princes feet
Battle cries calling
Ripping through the papper forrest
Swiftyly they flee.
As do the winner
No real winners
All gone.
They return home.
No time to stop
No stop for time.
Injured
Bruises blooming on all fronts
Not fatal
Weapons protruding from broken skin.
No rest No time. no help
please help
an old man comes a calling.
Potion in hand, hand in pocket.
Relives the man's suffering but not his masters.
He is gone
Lost to the underworld
Free from burdens but not forgotten
How they weep. All strategy's forgotten
Magic
He is back but never again
Not really quite their
Not really quite gone
But quiet
The castle is morning
A good friend is lost to the greater good
Protecting his master
Again.
Once more he gone
Gone
To be with his lover
Life is the magic
He breaths his power into the forest
Once more to protect his master
Once more to protect his master…