The Battle Of Orsha
The snow is falling all around as Henry York falls to the ground as he pulls a lance from his stomach. He lay cold and alone as blood pours from his stomach. He stares up at the gray sky as death creeps up on him. He thinks about his life about his beautiful mothers and the brothel. But one face that just will not leave him alone that is haunting him is the face of Annabelle. His life with her flashes through his eye's their childhood the endless summers in the meadow. When they would play tricks on John Fisher and the endless running always running away together. Then the day he left her was the worst day of his life. The gilt and that pain of being so stupid to leave the only thing that mattered to him. His messed everything up he had everything that he ever dream of and left, ran away. Because he was stupid enough to believe that he was not good enough for her. He lets out a helpless cry as tears fall down his cheeks. This will be it for him and he never said goodbye to the one he loved. He hears movement coming from the side of him so he looks up to find a man looking down at him...