I searched for Eowyn frantically, but there was no sign of her. I began to sob. My knees were about to give out from under me as I ran. At this point I didn't know where my horse was. All I could remember was falling off. I didn't know whether my horse was alive or dead. It all happened so fast. So now, I ran, screaming out Eowyn's name, eyes blurred from tears, not caring who heard.

"Eowyn!" I stumbled over a dead orc's body and fell, rolling around on the ground, trying to catch myself.

Carefully, holding my side, I got back up, limping as I went along.

"Eowyn!" I screamed again.

Finally, I got a glimpse of someone. I saw Eomer again. He looked at me the same way he did before.

I sighed and realized that he probably knew who I was. And I couldn't even tell Eowyn about it, because I didn't know where she was.

Suddenly, an orc ran over to me swinging its sword, bringing it down and catching it right on my armor, cutting through and slicing my skin. I whimpered as it happened. It wasn't a deep gash, but a fair sized one. I could feel the warm blood trickling down my shoulder.

I applied pressure to it as I ran. However, I didn't really know where I was going. There really was no place to go. So I just ran.

My legs felt like wobbly.

I jumped and dodged and ran from all the action, searching frantically for Eowyn. I knew that I couldn't do this alone. I heard a thump and realized that I had dropped my sword. But that didn't keep me from stopping. I didn't care if I died. In fact, I wanted to.

"Eowyn!" I screamed again, this time stopping to look around.

"Where are…?" finally, I saw her standing amongst an enormous creature clad all in black. It had a crown and in its hands it held a mace. Eowyn had slain the dragon-like creature it flew on. But now, she was actually going to fight it. I prayed.

This was definitely it for her…it was hard to admit it, but I did.

I just stood there watching in awe as she ducked the mace every time.
But now, I couldn't linger…more orcs came at me.

I felt around for my sword but realized that I didn't have it. I remembered dropping it, and then regretted not stopping to pick it up.

An orc ran up to me, hacking at me with its sword. But thankfully, each time I had dodged its blows.

I brought my leg back, and with all my might, kicked it hard in the stomach. It gurgled, and before falling, spit up blood.

I fought and kicked and punched as much as I could, and I will admit, it was a blessing, I managed to get out of it easily.

Once again, I lost track of Eowyn. My guess was that she was, well…dead. The last I saw of her, she was fighting that large black creature with the mace.

My stomach growled and my lips longed for water, but at this point, water was the last thing that I was going to get.

All around me began to spin and I finally gave up.

I fell to the ground holding my shoulder with one hand and my stomach with the other. I was bleeding, and I knew it. My new wound stung and my old wound still burned like fire as it always did.

My eyes began to blur; however, I was able to see Eomer run over to my side, and then kneel down.

"Are you alright, Sonya?" he asked. I gasped and hacked up blood, not being able to control my dry heaves. But then coming back, I realized how he had addressed me. "Sonya", he had addressed me as "Sonya".

I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and he smiled, while caressing my cheek with his hand.

"You fought bravely. I saw you." He said.

"No," I paused. Then spoke again. "I was fighting for the wrong reasons—I wanted to die." He furrowed his brow at me and looked at me in disbelief.

"Now why would you want to do that?" I frowned at him and realized that this wasn't the time, or place that he should be asking me questions like that. So, I didn't think, about what I was doing; I just did it. I grabbed his shoulder with my hand and pulled him for a quick, gentle kiss on the lips. He looked at me with confusion when we had pulled out of the kiss. He didn't look unhappy, but just confused.

Then, clearing his throat, grabbing his sword, and holding out a hand for me, he said, "Come, Soldier, there is very little time." I stared at him for a second and then frowned. Nodding, I took his hand and followed, thinking about what had just happened. I just kissed the man that I love. Wait…love? Yes, love. I do love him. It's true that I haven't known him that long, but that didn't stop me from having feelings for him. For some reason, I felt like he actually cared about me. The look in his eyes and the feeling I got when he looked at me was like nothing else.

I snapped out of my trance and realized that this was NOT the place to be daydreaming. So, I followed Eomer; starting out as a quick walk, but then turning into a run. I didn't think that I'd be able to keep up with him.

He handed me a sword of another fallen soldier. I proudly took it.

For some reason, I felt stronger, like I could handle things, and that I had another reason for wanting to live…Eomer.