Never Alone (P1 of 3, 3/9)

[Iesu]

Chapter three- My Tears Come Forth After All
The sky shone bright red as the sun settled once more upon the horizon, complementing the crimson color of the fields. Steel continued to sound through as the battle endured endlessly. The handful of men, out of a desperate act, charged into the fray once more, unfettered by fear, they struck with blade in hand, screaming to the sky their death song. They hoped that they die as they have lived? victorious.
Retreat was an option, to the east, the graceful figure and her army stood with no offense, giving passage for a clean getaway, but something held them to fight on. The fallen king?s call for a charge could do nothing but strengthen their spirits, willingly jumping into death?s arms, at least it seemed so.
But an act for suicide turned into the impossible, a whole day passed and a considerable eighth of the dark army was destroyed, crushed under blunt blades, corpses littering the landscape once again. The handful of men were untouched, unscathed by their opponents attacks, their relentless assault fueled by insane rage, they pushed on, the opposing army faltering upon this act.
The two armies paused, the darkness surrounding the small group, their eyes containing fear while the few?s eyes filled with bloodlust. They dared not call for another charge, the handful of men was tired, yes, but they were desperate as well, and desperation is a powerful thing.
It seemed over, the handful of men soaked in blood, no armor or flesh seen, just a crimson haze covering them, their blades dripping with a dark red liquid. Just then, the armies looked upon the skies, boulders burning, cascading through the skies like shooting stars, moving to the army?s center, crushing those under, burning those surrounding it. The handful of men didn?t look upon this as a sign of rejoicing, just a sign to call for another charge. Blades raised high; they jumped towards the darkness once more, slashing, butchering as they went.

The short haired girl opened her eyes slowly, staring up at the white ceiling, taking in a deep breath as she tried to sit up, leaning upon the bed post as a woman in a white uniform turned around, turning her attention upon her.
?Let?s see?? She paused as she looked over the papers on her desk, ?Hitomi, how do you feel??
The short haired girl nodded slowly, her voice a bit weak, ?I?m alright??
?I can?t see anything wrong with you. I think you just pushed yourself a bit too much?? The woman in white smiled to her as she took a slip of paper from her desk, writing upon it, ?I?m sending you home. Take some rest and?? She opened her desk?s drawer, taking out some tablets, ?Take one every four hours.?
The short haired girl nodded as she stood off from the bed, brushing her skirt a bit then taking the tablets and the slip of paper, she took in a heavy sigh then turned towards the door, smiling her thanks to the woman in white.
She looked upon the empty hall, leaning upon the wall, she whispered under her breath the fallen king?s name once more.

The stars shone brightly upon the sky as the battle raged on, a legion of men in dark blue armor moving through the field, flanking the dark army as the other three sounded a retreat, canons hurling large burning boulders through the dark army?s ranks. It didn?t take long before what remained of the dark army overtook the black armored legion, leading the slaughter was the fallen king and his petty group.
The battle ended as the men started carrying corpses, placing them in large piles. There wasn?t enough time to bury them, only to cremate them. Upon the far field sat the few, sitting upon a circle, their forms still covered from head to foot with blood, trying to warm themselves upon the fire on the center.
A few have started setting up logs to make a minor fortification, preparing for another siege from the empire. Upon the top of the ridge, the fallen king sat, staring upon the mystic moon, his hand held tight upon the crimson gem, resonating warmth upon his hand.
The famous swordsman stood beside him, sighing softly as he looked upon the men below, bustling to build the wall as quickly as possible, whispering softly, ?You?re still thinking about her.?
He looked upon the fallen king for a moment, bandages covering his back starting to take on a hint of red as he shifted his form while the fallen king laid back upon the grassy hill, breathing in deep as he remained silent.
The famous swordsman shrugged, turning as his voice trailed off, ?Well, I better get back to checking the battlements??
A tear started to run down upon the fallen king?s cheek, his free hand reaching for the mystic moon, sighing heavily, whispering softly, ?Hitomi??

The short haired girl hugged a pillow tight upon her arms, her legs wrapping around the soft object, tears streaming down her eyes. She stared upon the tarot cards on the foot of her night lamp, taking it upon her hands; she stared at it quietly, tears dropping upon the cards, she closed her eyes and threw the deck to the far wall, the cards falling down upon the floor. She hugged her pillow once more, crying herself to sleep.

[Winged~Trinity]

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[WaterGoddessX]

Very nice Iesu......*clicks the link to the next chapter*...I'll read the rest now...*heehee*