4 months ago at the Oldenbier council“Sir William.” Called out a man wearing elegantly designed robes.
“Yes your eminence?” replied Sir William.
“You are our best knight. The king and I expects nothing less than a fortress well intact when the rest of the armada enters its gates.”
“My men and I will see to it that wall will never break.”
Presently at St. Peter’s fort “Sir!” shouted a soldier bearing the mark of Oldenbier.
“Speak.” Replied Sir William.
“Sir, the line has been broken and our troops have been divided. We are hopeless if we hold this fort.” Reported the soldier.
“Gather the cavalry and send word to Dorenkirk. We retreat to Glazier’s Peak and wait for the barbarians to come to us.” Ordered Sir William.
The battle is being fought for nearly 8 months now. I have been leading this armada since Vontrus fell south of Oldenbier’s forests. We are continuously diminishing in number, our men have grown weak and weary, rations have become lesser and the men’s spirits have gone. They miss their families, their children, their lovers and their land.
We were all sent here to protect a nation but the memory of that nation we swore to protect has slowly faded from our memories. I have had my share in the battle field. I have seen bloodshed and tears, young men struggling with arms, young men barely old enough to know what it is they are fighting for. I lead them to victory or to their end. I have seen their eyes suffer. I could feel their pain as they slay a man they know not of. I smell fear, not of their own demise, but by the death of the men whose chests have been pierced by their swords. The war is becoming monotonous. We see sights of seas but their color only ranges from the different shades of red. The sky reflects the colors beneath it and every dawn brings only dread.
I knew of a time, once, when every morning was joyous – when every moment was cherished. The look on my lover’s eyes shone so brightly with passion. Romance was there and so was love. It was a pity when it had to end. Our love story could no longer go any further. We were taking different roads. Hers guide her to her dreams and to her destined lover’s hands. Mine, lead me here. Here to my grave.
I had not seen what it had brought forth inside of me. The instinct of a beast was the one thing I saw when I saw her strolling on their garden. No man nor god will rip her off my side ‘till my eyes no longer see. I desperately hung on to her arms and felt that love was real – neglecting the fact that she already belonged to another. So constant was our contact that I fell – plunging to depths I had only read about in books.
Needless to say, I am a man – a knight. And no man should have these feelings to such extent that he no longer recognizes respect for another man. Revelation takes place in extraordinary circumstances. She need not say a word. So I knelt down to my Lady’s image and offered her, instead, the safety of her home.
I became what I am today – a soldier of my land, her home.
The similarities of love and war are frightening at best I could describe. Speak or forever hold your tongue when she finds herself in another’s arms. Strike or be struck with the blow that shall introduce you to your tombstone. Unsheathe your sword and be prepared to fight. Lubricate your tongue so it may utter the right words. But then again I would have rather chosen love than this horrible sight.
I see only red now. The crests we proudly wear now are but decorations to our coffins. I see only red now. I forever have hope that crimson skies will heal when the sun shall rise.
