Erians’ life was coming to an end. Each breath he took felt like a load. His blood trickled down his armor onto Eliphas’s nape. The air had gone quiet. The only sound that remained was of the labored breathing of the soldiers trying to survive.
Eliphas laid close to a woman’s feet, he knew it was a companion. His legs were broken and his left hand trapped under a huge rock. His shoulder was bleeding, the blade in the woman’s armor had dug into it. Every pant was blood-scented. He was in so much pain, he couldn’t even cry. He slowly turned and started looking at the bodies around him occasionaly he could see a friend who died with a look of pain on his face.
“Erian,” he tried to speak, but blood came out of his mouth “I- I’m sorry….. I tried to survive,”
Erian took in a labored breath. He touched Eliphas’s head lightly and kept repeating “You tried your best… you couldn’t have known.”
Eliphas saw huge black fingers in a distance their appearance brought along song in the wind. Cramias coming to feed on death.
“As our words command,
Wither, rot, decay,
let your crimson flow,
And quench the reaper’s thirst.” 1
“Erian,”he whispered this time “I an scared…”
Erian struggled to open his closing eyes, “I will protect you.”
“Why are you speaking like that, are you wounded?”
“No.” Erian’s voice was weaker, “…It’s me the greatest warrior how can they wound me.”
Eliphas lifted his other hand whose fingers were broken and touched the other’s face. “You better be fine, I’m sure Circe will ma… make delicious food commemorating our return again you don’t want me to have your share.”
Erian lightly chuckled. “…well… we can’t… have that can we?.”
Eliphas nodded.
Snow covered them both. Erian was so drowsy, he wanted to sleep. He didn’t have the strength to even open his eyes. The song the cramias sang was a slow soothing song.
They had tried their best and gave their lives.
Eliphas spoke again, “I’ll… I’ll buy you the sword you have always wanted.”
“Erian?”
“…”
“Erian.”
it was silent.
It reminded him of when they would talk at night and Erian would grow tired of his none stop talking and eventually sleep.
But this time he wasn’t sure they would meet the next morning.
“This is not good,”
Someone was speaking. He tried to turn his head but he felt too sluggish.
One seeks escape and freedom , another seeks acceptance. Both seek love. When They meet their worlds collide, sparks ignite and a bond that leaves them shaken to the core is created.
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