His raven hair dripped crimson blood to the mistreated battle field. The spear had long been removed from his head but the bleeding went with the hours that had passed in useless war. His breathing was slowing; he could hardly see the outline of who had been his king through his icy blue eyes. It was a bloody fight, all lives ロスト except his and his king's. Now, he fought off the clouding death penetrating his senses.
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death. Even though あなた are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
苦い laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? あなた have no strength to stand, yet あなた have nerve to say such a thing?”
He looked up through his own blood to the man who had been family and beloved king. The man he had been raised to hate because of his mother. The man that had always been a 火災, 火 to his ice cold heart. This man had been everything he had wanted in his childhood. Now he knelt before him, his own blood rebelling against the red of his knight's armor.
“Aye. I shall let あなた be spared from the bitterness of the world. あなた shall rest until あなた are needed once more. At that time, I shall come to aide you. I will be your knight, worthy of everything but taking nothing. And when at last we meet again, your story shall be reborn. And I will not be the same as before. I swear to ye, my king, that I shall lay my life down for you. My oath as your knight I shall keep. And now, with my last breaths, I beg of あなた to forgive me for this.”
He stood suddenly and jabbed the king's sacred sword into the body of it's master. Icy eyes watched dark brown fade of life and surprise. He withdrew the sword and lay it at his king's side.
“Now then, my king, I shall see あなた when the time comes. Long live Artōrius.”
He lay on his back and let the overwhelming hunger of death eat the last of his life away. Our story will be rewritten in to that of legends,
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death. Even though あなた are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
苦い laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? あなた have no strength to stand, yet あなた have nerve to say such a thing?”
He looked up through his own blood to the man who had been family and beloved king. The man he had been raised to hate because of his mother. The man that had always been a 火災, 火 to his ice cold heart. This man had been everything he had wanted in his childhood. Now he knelt before him, his own blood rebelling against the red of his knight's armor.
“Aye. I shall let あなた be spared from the bitterness of the world. あなた shall rest until あなた are needed once more. At that time, I shall come to aide you. I will be your knight, worthy of everything but taking nothing. And when at last we meet again, your story shall be reborn. And I will not be the same as before. I swear to ye, my king, that I shall lay my life down for you. My oath as your knight I shall keep. And now, with my last breaths, I beg of あなた to forgive me for this.”
He stood suddenly and jabbed the king's sacred sword into the body of it's master. Icy eyes watched dark brown fade of life and surprise. He withdrew the sword and lay it at his king's side.
“Now then, my king, I shall see あなた when the time comes. Long live Artōrius.”
He lay on his back and let the overwhelming hunger of death eat the last of his life away. Our story will be rewritten in to that of legends,
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