"I Can't Believe He's Gone . . . "
A/N: Huh? Do I own fire emblem? ... No.
The silver sword penetrated the thin armor on his shoulder, and struck deeply, severing muscles and nerves. A sword dropped from the now immobile fingers, clattering onto the ground with a metallic rattle. The wounded cried out in pain, and fell to their knees. The wounded drew their hand away from the wound, and their stomach lurched at the blood that now stained their hand. How had this happened to them so easily? What about the man that had swore to be there with them?
Said man could only watch on in horror as the wounded fell. Had no one realized that the wounded was hurt as badly as they were?! No, everyone was embroiled in the chaotic battle still going on, despite the wounded and their watcher.
The man leapt from the saddle of his horse and knelt by the wounded, taking them into his arms, holding them near, paying no mind to the enemy. "Kent . . . "
". . .S-S-Sain . . . "
The wounded, called Kent, shook uncontrollably and coughed, some blood rising through his mouth. The man who held him tried to quiet him. The enemy raised his sword to strike the two, but an arrow lodged in his shoulder and he ran off after the archer.
"...Please . . . don't die . . . not now . . . "
"S-Sain . . . I . . . "
"Shhhh . . . I'll get a healer . . . Just . . . "
"I-It's no use, S-Sain . . . I'm too far g-gone . . . "
"Don't say that! Here, I'll help you onto my horse and I'll . . . No! Don't close your eyes! Kent! Stop! Please! Hold on!"
"S-Sain . . . "
The wounded softly let his eyes fall to a close, and with his last breath mumbled, " . . . I'm . . . sorry . . . "
"KENT!"
The man received no reply and clutched the dead man's hand and cried into his chest, noticing the lack of heartbeat. He didn't care as the blood covered the side of his face. He didn't ever want to move. Kent was dead. Kent, the one he had always looked to as the stronger of the duo, lay dead in his arms. Could he ever accept the fact that Kent had died right before his eyes . . . and. . . In his arms?
"Sain. . . ?"
The man lifted his head and looked at the young noble that stood before him. He tried to wipe away some of the blood, only to find it had dried on.
"What happened?"
"Milady Lyndis. . . Kent was attacked and fatally wounded. . . I.. . . Don't know why I . . . I reacted the way I did . . . I guess I just . . ."
"It's okay, Sain. . . He was a close friend of yours, and he died. . . I understand."
Understand?!, he thought, How can you understand?! Did your best friend just die in your arms where you had sworn a blood oath to protect him until the end?! No, you may have lost your parents, but they didn't die before you, in your arms . . . No, you don't understand.
"Sain?"
"Milady?"
". . .Maybe you should wash off and head to camp. . ."
"Yes..."
The man mournfully took the reins of both horses and led them towards the camp, head hung low. Could he go on without Kent? Sure, he couldn;t stand him at first, but now... Could he even survive?
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