Word count: 100
Adult content: None
Disclaimer: I wish he was mine, but he’s not.
Notes: For the Solitude challenge. I’ve been here many times before, but it’ll bore you to tears before I get tired of exploring it – Sorry!
It is the soldier’s fate to die alone. Even in a battle of thousands one’s last moments reduce to you, and your opponent; one lives, one dies. The facts are simple.
Until it is you lying bleeding in the mud; pain like acid etching your bones as life slides from your grasp with every rasping breath. Then solitude is neither simple nor desirable.
I felt him come to my side, before I truly saw him; his warmth a comfort to this broken body. He gave me back my sword; the least I could do was offer him back his crown.