October 07, 2025
TCOASAS
A Battle of Heart
I feel like a knight who has been fighting all day and has finally won his battle. As my shoulders slump from the weight of my armor which has lost its shine from the dirt, grime, and blood that I've push through today, my gaze is fixed upward on a dreary sky.
It begins to rain as my sword, now fatigued to my hand drags across the carnage of the battle field. I have won but my banner has fallen and lies shredded, and torn in the lifeless hand of my commander. I find my shield not so far off, next to my fallen friend, now covered by the massive heap that proves he put it to good use.
As I push up the visor of my helmet I now see another on of my friends but a little further in front of me. I glimpse of movement leads me quickly to his side. With his dieing breath he instructs me to tell his wife that he loves her, and his final words ask of the king's safety. I have not the heart to tell him that his master has fallen. As my comrade passes to the next life, dieing in my arms, I ask myself, "why am I yet alive on this battlefield?"