Battle Surprises
A/N: Hey guys. Hope you all are having a great New Year's. I am. :) Anyway, this is for Broadway4eva, who has been waiting very patiently for this chapter. Here it is! I hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This is just my thoughts of what the final battle will be like (well...hoping).
Carter Kane looked out over the heads of his small, dysfunctional, yet completely lovable army. None of them had ever had any official military training (as far as he knew, you never knew with this bunch) but they were amazing anyway.
The sad part?
The youngest was ten, and the oldest was probably eighteen. They were all wearing Egyptian armor, and looking determined...but scared. They knew they would probably not be returning. Alive, anyway. He hated that. He never wanted any of them to have to risk their lives, to come face to face with death like this.
Beside Carter stood his sister, Sadie. Her blue eyes were scanning the crowd. On Carter's other side stood Zia Rashid. Her black hair was cut short at her jaw, her amber eyes like hardened gold beneath her bangs. She was only about five foot four, but radiated power and charge. She was a leader of this small army, along with the siblings beside her.
And so they marched on.
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The battle was not going well.
Many were dead, more were injured. Hell, no one was unscathed. Everyone had some sort of bruise or cut on them. Blood spotted the sand in many places, creating dark patches. Bodies lay in that sand, dead.
Zia Rashid stood on a hill, her shoulders tense. She watched over the efforts, a plan forming in her mind. She was hardly startled when Carter Kane came up beside her. His khopesh had a faint glint of blood on it, his back slumped.
"Hello, Carter," she said, quite calmly, though inside, she wanted to scream. She was still a small, scared child, wanting to run away. But she didn't. She face the pure terror that awaited facing the very thing that had destroyed her family, nearly killed her too. And probably still wanted to.
"Hey Zia," he replied, standing next to her. His eyes raked over her. "Are you okay?" He caught a glimpse of a rather long, and deep gash on her upper arm, which was still bleeding, though not much.
"I'm fine," she replied bitterly. "And you?"
"Pretty good, for being in the middle of a battle."
"One we're losing, at that."
He sighed, switching the hand holding his khopesh, his free hand running through his curly hair. "Zia...I..."
She looked up at him. For once, she didn't seem so guarded. No, this is not the time to go soft, she told herself. "Yes?"
He didn't respond for a minute. "Zia...we might not make it out."
"Way to be positive," she remarked sarcastically.
"But...I want to tell you something."
"Tell me then." She suspected nothing out of the ordinary, but maybe a part of her hoped that it wasn't normal.
He never did get to tell her what he wanted to say.
Because, he suddenly found her lips on his, his arms around her waist and her arms around his neck.
It was all so damn imperfectly perfect, to both of them.
A spark of hope erupted between them, and it blossomed into a flame so bright neither could deny it. They had something to fight for now. This wasn't just some blind battle. No, they were fighting for everything they believed in. They were fighting for those they loved. They were fighting for a better world.
They had something to make them want to fight for it all.
Most of all, they had each other.
That was all they ever needed. The other believing in them...standing by their side, fighting. As long as she was fighting, so could he, and vice versa. They were depending on each other.
It was an odd exhilaration to Zia. She had never needed anyone else, and always thought that things such were untrustworthy. But this—whatever it was she shared with Carter—was something to rely on. He wouldn't leave her, betray her. He'd always be there, and that was exactly what she needed: for him to always be there, loving her. He knew her pain, because he'd felt it too, and he would never, ever, ever break this, what they had. And she sure as wasn't either.
He felt so godsdamn relieved to finally have her in his arms that he could have shouted out with joy. But he didn't. He kissed her passionately, trying to convey the love he felt for her.
The two had to break the kiss eventually though. He pulled back softly, his hand cupping her cheek, brushing away a strand of dark hair. She had her hands tangled in his curls, as she rested her forehead against his.
Before either could say anything, they were interrupted by Sadie.
"The battle has resumed," she informed them. "So you might want to stop snogging and help." She turned and walked away.
Carter slid his arm from around Zia's waist, and her hands retreated from his hair. They went back into battle, both fighting, knowing the other would be there. That was the only thing they could count on.
They fought, not for their own lives, but for the other's.
Because they had found love, and something to believe in.
A/N: INSPIRATIONAL ENDING. So yeah. Hope you all liked it. Happy New Year's. Expect another update soon. ;)
