Spoilers: None
Alanna's POV during one of the last battles of the Scanran War
If only I owned them....
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A horn sounds
a warning of danger
They are crossing
the river
a giant, screaming mass
weapons held aloft
What a choice.
to fight and risk death
to stay back as commanders should
to honor my oaths to king and country
to fight any enemies
to honor oaths to my family
to come home alive
I am a legend
men look to me;
pulling on my armor,
I wonder if its smarter
to not wear my trademark
gold-washed.
No time
they are here
grabbing my bare sword
jumping on my horse
offering a quick prayer
off to battle
Darkmoon rears, striking out
down a body goes
the sun low in the sky
glinting off metal
my armor
my sword
swinging this way and that
blood flows
men scream
the river turns red
for a moment
all is quiet
I look around sword lowering
dismounting
seeing my men safe
we walk through the blood and mire
pausing to end
the lives of those dying
friend and foe
rounding up
those alive for George
wryly
I think
they will wish they died
The ground is stained
deep red
the pyres are ashes
why is it that
it is longer to clean
than to fight?
No doubt George
will have heard by now
I write to him and send
it with a spell
he needs to know
I am alright, or alive at least.
I walk outside
the moon and stars
soft and clear
I hear the men in the mess
drinking
to victory, to the kill
I join them as expected
to drink to victory
to forget the killing
to the end
success
the end of the death
