Here's a poem about Fiora remembering her lost army. I tried pretty hard on this one, so hope you like it.

Night Sky

I fly alone over the mirror of the sea on my pegasus' back

And find myself where I always go—

The shrine I built in honour of my friends,

The dear friends I lost in battle.

It happened years ago, right in this very spot

Immediately, as I land,

I start to recall the events of that day

The day of my army's last battle…

We were losing. There was no hope for our army

The enemies were too powerful

I should have led a retreat

But I felt that retreat meant weakness.

So, we fought. We fought with our lives.

And one by one, my wounded friends fell;

The friends whom I had known so well,

Who had trusted me to lead them to victory and glory.

I betrayed their trust and belief,

And brought them to their deaths instead.

A hundred strong spirits

All with so much in life to live for

A hundred strong spirits, I brought to the grave.

What kind of leader am I?

Why is it that I, the one at fault,

Am alive, while the rest,

The innocent ones, perished?

This cannot be right.

I should have died with my comrades.

But instead, my spirit stays with me

And just that very thought fills me with guilt.

Kneeling before the shrine, I lay down a bouquet

Now, that is all I can do to say that I am sorry.

My friends, have you forgiven me?

Or do you just ignore my worthless apologies?

I feel lonely without you…

Up I rise into the air again

This feeling of power and freedom of the skies

Is the only thing that can comfort me;

This is the feeling that my friends loved too.

And if I just close my eyes,

I am not alone anymore.

I can imagine them

Right there, flying by my side,

A hundred beating wings in the crystal night sky.

It is only then, in those moments of joy,

That I feel truly forgiven.

I gave this fanfic the title "Night Sky", because the night sky is like a a place where Fiora can be free, where she can forget all her guilt and sadness for a while, and be, spiritually, with her friends again.

I tried my best to capture Fiora's feelings of guilt, by including a few of her thoughts, and showing how much she believes that it was her fault, and that it is unfair that she is still alive, while the rest of her army is dead. Hope you felt the feelings I intended.