Another Hero Lost- A One-Shot
So, I had this idea in my head for awhile, but never actually went about writing it until today. So, I must warn you that this story is very, very dark and sad, and if you don't like that sort of thing, it would probably be best to click off. If you are confused on what is happening (I know it's a little vague) just contact me and I can explain it. Well, I'll leave you to it, hope you enjoy.
Blood everywhere. There was just so much blood. Coating her hands, staining her armor, dripping slowly down the cobblestone. Her veins were on fire, body trembling as frigid tears ran down her cheeks. The sword at her side clattered loudly against the stones as she bowed her head over the body and sobbed. Her anguished cries filled the air, echoing through the kingdom and sending chills down the spines of those who listened.
"NO!" Her hoarse voice cried out, blood-curdling screams wrenching from deep within. Her once armored hands now reached under the arms of the person and brought them toward her own body and softly dug her fingers into the sides of their head. Her shoulders shook, breaths coming in heaving gasps. "No...Anna…"
The battle had been won, but a hero was lost.
She was gone. Gone. Forever.
"I'm sorry...I couldn't protect you…" She choked, rocking the woman back and forth in her arms like a mother would a weeping child. She began to hum a tune into the familiar copper hair, slow, steady. It began to grow, until a soft lullaby rang out.
"Please, I know you're still there…
P-people will be asking where you are…"
She paused, a single tear sliding down her ashen cheek.
"They say h-have courage, and I'm trying to…
I'm right here for you…
Just please...come back…"
She looked to the sky, now blackened with smoke, and let the ashes fall upon her skin. Snowflakes began to materialize in the air around them in a morbid display of beauty.
"We only had each other…
Just you and me…
Oh, w-what am I gonna do?"
Her bloodied lips began to tremble, eyes screwed shut.
"Do you...wanna build a ...snowman?"
The woman's still features had remained peaceful, the ghost of a smile still etched onto her face. Her deep, startlingly blue eyes were closed, no longer taking in the world's sights with a childish wonder, no longer able to sparkle and shimmer in the rays of the sun. That meant they could no longer, at least, bear the sight of the battlefield around them and those who lay dead upon it.
As the last of her somber tune echoed through the land, she slowly reached for the sword now resting nearby and placed it beside the body. She stood on shaking legs and crafted a small bouquet of icy roses, placing them on her chest and giving one last goodbye.
"Hvil i fred min kjaerlighet…"