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 Lost 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 anda are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
pahit laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? anda have no strength to stand, yet anda 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 api, kebakaran 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 anda be spared from the bitterness of the world. anda shall rest until anda 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 anda 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 anda 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 anda are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
pahit laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? anda have no strength to stand, yet anda 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 api, kebakaran 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 anda be spared from the bitterness of the world. anda shall rest until anda 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 anda 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 anda 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,
"So you're just going to let him leave to D.C.?" Lexi stared at her older brother.
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy anda idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then anda obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but anda don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes anda think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming utama atau what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy anda idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then anda obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but anda don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes anda think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming utama atau what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"I'm trying to find a present for Holly, but have no idea—hey!"
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, anda see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, anda see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.