The Knights
Rain hit Marche in the face. The long gone battle only in his mind. Blood on his chest, on his left hand, sword, cracked and broken in two. There he lay in the middle of the field, looking up at the sky, eyes closed. I should have listened to Montblanc, shouldn´t have taken on those bandits alone. Bodies of his fallen enemies, surrounded Marche. He could hear steps, from his left,he opened hiseyes opened, slowly. The image of a red knight appeared before him. " Are you ready to die?" Marche was silent.
" What?" he asked the knight.
" Are you ready to die? Or do you still struggle?"
" I'm not ready to die……but to struggle…I'm not sure…" The red knight took his helmet off, he revealed his face. Marche looked at him, he had Marche´s face, that same blonde hair and blue eyes,exactly alike.
" Not ready to die yet, unknown if to struggle…or not…" The red knight spoke, Marche closed his eyes, slowly.
" Yeah, I'm not dead yet…" He opened them again, and looked at a blue knight, who now took the red knight's place.
" Do you suffer?" The blue knight asked.
" I do…." Marche said, the blue knight kneeled beside him, he touched Marche on the chest, Marche flinched. He removed his helmet, slowly with his other free hand. Out came the helmet, Marche stared at him again, watching what seemed his own reflection, the knight´s face was the same as Marche´s own. " Blood. So you suffer?" Marche nodded. " You lie….you haven't suffered, yet.."
" Not yet?" Marche asked, as he closed his eyes, vision now black.
" No, not yet…" Marche heard the blue knight's voice. Marche was now asleep, then was awaken by a deep voice.
" WAKE UP, WARRIOR!" Marche opened his eyes, he stared at the black armored knight, his helmet removed, Marche looked at himself once more, then sighed." Foolish warrior, is this the path you choose?" he asked.
" Yes, I don't care what happens to me…I will do it for my friends.."
" Will you, put your life for friends, who don't care for what happens to you?" the black knight asked.
" No….I won't change it…"
" Very well then," he turned, walked away, leaving Marche alone. He closed his eyes.
" Friends, have I failed you?" he asked out loud.
" No, no you haven't…" Marche opened his eyes, facing a white knight, helmet on his head. " Your bond with your friends kept you alive…you weren't afraid of the knight's questions you spoke the truth….that's why you haven't failed them…"
" But," Marche said, sitting up. " the blue knight, he….I…."
" He said you had lied, but in your heart you knew you didn't suffer…." The white knight walked away, leaving behind a very confused Marche, sitting on the middle of the field. Marche got up.
" Then…I must help them, not give up, and choose the right path, right?" Marche asked the white knight nodded.
" Yes, warrior. Only then will you save the ones you love…" The white knight removed his helmet, he looked at Marche, unlike the other knights, he had a gentle and kind smile, Marche smiled, as if he were looking himself in a mirror. He nodded at Marche once more, then disappeared. Marche looked at the sky, as four small lights circled around him.
" Then I must get going….." He turned and walked away.
...Made some changes...thanks to some of the reviews...although its only a one-shot...sorry wont continue it...