He walked, looking over the battle ground again, searching for any sign of his lost friend. Life. So full of joy and happiness, and yet...So full of disappointment… He thought to himself, tightening his grip on a metal pole, on which, a flag waved proudly in the wind. How did we end up on opposite sides of this war? The question burned inside his mind, but even more so in his heart. To search for answers would bring him too much pain to endure, but how could he not? If those questions were never to be answered, this elf was indeed doomed to an eternity of misery. His heart stopped only for a moment when a familiar face caught his eye. How could it be? His dear friend did not deserve such an end as this! He fell to his knees on the muddy ground, dropping the flag beside him.
He held his dear friend close. His skin was cold in death, and his heart slept. This heart would never wake again. He cried out in agony, all of this had been his fault! One argument had changed everything for them. All it took was a misunderstanding, with pride, and then bitterness…The memories of their anger broke his heart. Was it out of spite that his friend had joined the enemy? He would never know. All he did know was that all of this could have been avoided if he hadn't been so ignorant. He prayed that his friend would not be faulted for any of this, that his fäe would have a restful sleep in the halls of mandos, and not be tormented for his past. One last plea, the last words he would say to his friend. "Please...Forgive me…" He looked up, the flag beside him was now tainted in the mud it had fallen into, so much like his life. Is there yet hope for one like me? One so cold and distant from those around them, one with so much pride? This final question had power. For the answer would either change his life, or destroy it. What will he choose?