A deafening explosion rose across the vast battlefield from the powerful clash of magic, causing dust and rocks to fall from the sky due to the explosion of potent magic.

Shaking the ground and making the air vibrate, yet loud cries amidst the fight causing more and more explosions in the distance, at the same time the sound of our weapons clashing with each other growing louder, cutting through the air.

"Is that all you've got?" my opponent said, looking slightly frustrated but with a joyful face even after a high level of havoc caused during our fight. I then say, "Yes, that's all I can offer," happily as I increasingly feel my body about to collapse.

He directs some words towards me, "Certainly, I had fun fighting you but to be honest I thought you could do more than that, but I am proud to have fought with my great friend and enemy in our last promised fight," he said, smiling broadly, but at this point even my opponent seemed tired although with more energy than me.

"But, I'm afraid our glorious confrontation ends here," he said, and in a blink with surprising speed, my opponent appeared to my right with his sword intending to make a cut from my shoulder to my waist.

I barely managed to react and try to block the attack with my spear, but shamefully I failed and the attack hit me, falling to my knees my opponent sheathes his sword, dropping my lance due to my already exhausted energy though smiling, my opponent looks at me with a sad face knowing that he would no longer have anyone to have those great and fun fights with since my life was about to conclude.

I offer him genuine words of gratitude, "Thank you very much, my friend, I certainly had fun all these years fighting you and even living with you occasionally," I say tiredly, "But sadly it's time and I hope you don't feel alone after I'm gone, hahaha."

"Heh, nobody's going to miss you," he says mockingly even as his face is filled with an expression of pain witnessing the end of my great life approaching, as he holds and lays me on the ground and places my lance between my crossed hands on my stomach.

In the last of my energy to speak, I say with a smile, "I hope we can meet again someday and have another great fight," smiling sadly he says, "I hope that happens, but until our next meeting occurs I will go around the world recounting our great battle in these wastelands," smiling cheerfully feeling my vision slowly clouding as my friend sits beside me accompanying me in my slow but peaceful death, he bids me farewell silently.

"Goodbye, my great friend."


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Sorry if my English isn't perfect, but I've decided to translate my original story from Spanish to English since I'm being helped by translators as my English is beginner level. I hope you like it and count on your support.

Thank you very much.

DarkLeaves"