As blue as the calmest ocean,
It hasn’t been touched for many years,
Hidden away from the remaining Kingdoms.
Until the moss and fog clears
Not one shall find this mystery
Not even the scrolls of the century.
But one shell come and light the spark
Revealing its mighty glow throughout the dark.
Thunder rolled through the ever-darkening sky as distant clouds began to form overhead, their sinister shapes churning into one another like a tidal wave riding the ocean. Sharp blades of light brightened the sky as it sliced through the darkness, for a few seconds lighting up the blood-coated ground below.
As the storm above began to rain down the battle below continued, blood-stained bodies littered the ground as diseased soldiers finally found their rest. Though they seemed to go unnoticed as the few who remained standing continued to fight off the invading army.
Mud and open gashes already coating his war-beaten body Arthur wiped the fresh blood from his face, the crimson liquid smearing across his jaw. Grip tightening around the hilt of his sword Arthur stared out over the battlefield for a moment, his eyes roaming over a land that was once full of life and flourished, but now, it was the resting place for many fallen souls.
Ears flattening against his head, Arthur narrowed his eyes when he spotted a tall figure approach. He watched as the other elf removed his helmet, throwing it to the ground the red-stained metal submerged into the mud.
He and his army had been trying their best to protect their kingdom, Yahadna for months; it had ended up in long, sleepless, and painful battles. Many loved once lost to the endless killing.
Just when they thought they had the upper hand the other line had called in reinforcements, so here they were their last line of defense barely standing but still willing to put their lives on the line.
Before the war had even started Arthur had heard of Damien, though at the time they were only rumors, no one had thought too much of it. Not many believed someone of Damien’s ranking and history would be able to form an army. Who would trust him? After what he did, who would want to follow him into battle?
Metal scraping against one another removed Arthur from his thoughts as he swiftly lifted his sword to block an oncoming attack. The heals of his shoes digging deep into the ground as Arthur pushed back against Damien’s assault.
Abruptly kicking Damien in the stomach, Arthur jumped back gritting his teeth as his fresh wounds stung at being reopened. Seizing his opportunity while Damien was down Arthur grabbed his discarded sword from the mud as he ran to make his killing blow.
Every bone in his body ached at his sudden movements, but he pushed the pain aside as he lifted his weapon, the crimson-stained metal shimmering with fresh raindrops.
Just as his arm was coming down towards Damien, Arthur felt the air leave his lungs as he was kicked back, his body hitting the ground, excruciating pain racing over his body as he cried out in agony.
Scrunching his eyes closed, Arthur tried to regain his breath, his chest stinging with every small inhale. As he lay there, the rain seeping between his armor plating, Arthur could hear the sound of heavy footsteps come towards him.
Wheezing as he got to his feet Arthur gripped his sword once again as he stared Damien down, the man’s black eyes emotionless as his face remained cold.
“Why?” Arthur ask, blood seeping out the corner of his mouth, his breaths came out in short bursts as he used his sword for balance.
Removing a cloth from one of the pouches strapped to his hip, Damien ran the soft fabric over the cool steel of his blade before he spoke, “You have something that belongs to me.”
‘So, that’s what he’s been after this entire time? This is the reason for the war. Just so he can be granted more power?’ Arthur thought, glaring back at Damien as his thoughts went to the object in one of his pouches.
“I see...we’re not going to agree.” Damien calmly spoke, slashing his sword out at an oncoming solder. He didn’t even flinch when the man roared out in pain, clutching his midsection as he fell to his knees, blood seeping through his fingers, pooling at his knees.
Feeling sick to the pit of his stomach, Arthur gripped the hilt of his sword as he glared back at Damien. He couldn’t let someone like him have such power, there was a reason it could only be used by a rare few.
“It’s a shame...” Damien sneered, as he analyzed Arthur, his cold, black eyes never holding any kind of emotion as he circled. “Such power...wasted on you...” Removing another sword from its sheath Damien began to advance, the silver plating of his armor dented and coated in dirt and the devastation of the previous battles.
Sword still tightly secure in his grasp Arthur backed away from Damien, his eyes landing on a discarded shield. If he could get his hands on it he would be able to defend and attack at the same time.
Just as Damien made a swing for him, Arthur ducked and rolled towards the shield just managing to hook it to his arm before he had to lift it above his head to block yet another attack, the painful sound of loud scratching filling his ears.
Kicking one of his legs out, Arthur made a swing for Damien’s feet but narrowly missed as Damien moved behind him kicking him in the back, sending him to the ground as shots of pain travel up his spine.
The sounds of battle filled his senses as Arthur regained his footing, metal against metal overpowered by the shouts of pain traveling through the air. Cold flashes of lightning sliced through the faintly darkening sky, as the rain poured down, mourning those who were lost to the many battles.
Ears flattened against his head Arthur let loose a roar of anger as he turned, ruthlessly slashing his weapon at Damien. It was his fault so many had died, it was because of him so many families would never get to see their loved ones again, and all because of power.
Yelling out in pain, Arthur jerked away from Damien as one of his weapons cut open an old wound in his side. Having to clench his jaw together to just stop himself from falling back in pain, Arthur gripped his shield closer to his chest as he lunged again for Damien, who swiftly dodged his attack.
Kicking up water and dirt, Arthur immediately turned around slashing his sword upwards meeting up with Damien’s, the two continued this dance of blades for a while, the force of the ongoing attacks forcing Arthur’s feet further into the dirt.
Breathing heavily, Arthur pushed back against Damien’s blade his vision becoming fuzzy, the outlines of everything becoming a blur.
To stop his head from spinning Arthur focused on the sword he was pushing against, it took every ounce of strength in him not to lose control of his body and fall to the ground out of pain and lack of energy.
Taking a step back, Damien watched as Arthur stumbled forward, the grip on his weapon loosening before he allowed it to fall to the ground, no longer able to keep a hold, his fingers twitching.
Placing his swords back in their sheaths, Damien began to circle Arthur who watched him with dull, gray eyes. “Won’t be long now.” Damien chuckled, coming back to stand in front of Arthur, kicking his sword away when he attempted to reach for it.
Barely able to function, Arthur could hardly make out what Damien had said as his insides churned. As he took a shaky step forward his fist as tight as he could make them, Arthur felt his knees buckle, resulting with him on his hands and knees the sick feeling rising as the world around him spun uncontrollably.
Small beads of sweat ran down Arthur’s face as he wheezed for air, his chest becoming tight as he slowly got to his feet with much effort, his legs still unstable.
Removing a smaller blade from its sheath on his hip, Arthur used what little strength he had left to attempt a swing at Damien, though he was quickly disarmed with a firm kick to the wrist sending the weapon flying out of his grip. Before he even had time to react, Arthur let out a shout of pain as another firm kick to the gut sent him flying, his body rolling in the mud until it came to a slow stop.
Covered in dirt and the blood of his fallen enemies, Arthur bit back a hiss of pain as he got to his feet. Looking around, Arthur could only make out the fuzzy forms of those who fought around him, the clashing of weapons long ago phased out into distant static noise.
Disorientated, Arthur fell back to his hands and knees as he lost all feeling, his body forcing him to empty whatever contents were left in his stomach. Left with the taste of iron and bile in his mouth, Arthur gasped for what little air he could manage as he watched Damien approach, the cool steal of his blade dripping with newly shed blood.
His vision slowly becoming darker, Arthur watched as Damien knelt beside him, removing the pouch strapped to his hip. Eyes heavy, Arthur looked on as Damien removed the round item from within the pouch, the blue swirls within its core fading out.
A sly grin creeping its way onto Damien’s face was the last thing Arthur saw before he succumbed to the darkness, his pain and grief washed away by the emptiness.
Poem at the top was made by @Dossereana