The sky showed signs of rain for weeks now.
The soldiers on both sides wished for the cleansing feel of rain.
But…
The sky does not care.
The day was 600.
The Wall has fallen mere weeks ago.
The sky lets out a clash of thunder followed by the flash of lightning.
He wished for the rain like all the others.
But…
The sky does not care.
They walk to what they hope is the final battle.
It is.
For him.
And for the siege.
But…
The sky does not care.
He and his comrade fight along side each other.
A fire blast here.
And a swift kick there.
Thunder sounds again.
As if protesting.
But…
The sky does not care.
The two comrades run towards the Wall.
Fighting their way through.
Hoping to impress their general.
By moving the front lines up.
Lightning flashes.
As if trying to blind everyone within sight.
But…
The sky does not care.
They further themselves in enemy territory.
Making distance between themselves.
And the familiar red of their allies.
They see more of the enemy green.
And a flash of red.
He smiles slightly as an enemy falls.
Thunder sounds like a drum.
As if trying to get the fighters attention.
But…
The sky does not care.
He feel slight shaking from underneath.
He alerts his comrade.
They backtrack back to safer fighting ground.
He hears a
Crack
And a
Rumble.
They look behind to see the Wall rising up swiftly in places.
People scatter.
Some make it.
Other don't.
The lightning cracks like a whip.
As if telling them to cease fire.
But the sky does not care.
He feels a pain in his side as he runs.
He falls.
His comrade tries to help him up.
But to no avail.
He looks up to the cloudy sky.
Thunder sounds and lightning flashes.
But…
The sky does not care.
He hears his comrade.
But he doesn't understand.
It all became a blur.
He closes his eyes.
To make it go away.
He is told to stay awake.
Lu Ten draws his final breath.
It rains.
As if weeping for the loss.
But…
The sky does not care.
And it doesn't have too.