In the days of war, medals were given to wounded warriors. He had a medal. A little piece of metal that could be pinned to his chest. He didn't really care about those medals, as it only showed just what you experienced. And what you did as well.
A new man was walking towards a stand of oak trees ahead. The trees stood in a circle atop a large hill, almost looking as if it was guarding something. It was autumn, and the leaves were gently falling in the light wind that was blowing even now. It blew up, up and past the trees, carrying with it leaves too weak to hold on.
The dark man stopped for only a moment, clothed in a black cloak, with gold trimmings lightly tracing the edge of the cloak. A black shirt shrouded the muscled torso, while a black pant hid long legs corded with thick muscle. Too, golden trimmings ran down the sides of the pants, and up the sleeves of the shirt.
It only showed that he was a warrior. Of what army, and nation, was not known. He did not care for others knowing precisely who he was and where he came from, as he preferred to keep it to himself. He had fought, with sword, gun, whips and daggers in the last war and seen many men die.
The leaves were well gone, now as he brushed out his long brown hair, which was bound back into a hairband. It could be called a hairband, others called it a hadori, a band. It held his hair back and firmly in place. Memories flooded his mind's eye, as he recalled the special hadori that had been given to him by a special woman.
Sudden flashback to his past
He was laying there upon the ground. Eyes of blue sky looked up towards a woman. He could not hear her voice. He tried to see, as blood slowly trickled down from the corner of his mouth. Blood trickled down from his throat, his neck and his scalp. A woman had recently attacked him, and now...he felt himself weakening.
He struggled to say something to this beautiful woman...a luscious one too. A light brown, almost golden-colored hair framed her face, while gentle, worried brown eyes upon him. A light green dress graced the lush, full curves of this woman, showing a hint of the full cleavage but no more than that, and a slit almost all the way up to her hips. She was kneeling besides him, her firm legs curled underneath, a bowl next to her, full of water. Several rags lay next to it as she dabbed away blood and struggled to save his life.
"Please, no, Akiro! Don't die on me! Don't leave me, Brother!" She fought for him, daring Death to take him from her. "Ohhh, come on, Aki! Stay with me! Pleaaaaassseeee!"
He coughed then, and struggled to look up at her, even as his vision began to tunnel in on him. He could feel Death approaching. Slowly then, did he look towards Death...yet another lushly curved woman. This one had black hair, black eyes and an all black dress that hinted at her lush form. She beckoned to him, as he fought her to live.
"No...can't go!" Death cooed to him, enticing him towards her. She stepped closer to him, kneeling on the other side of him. Gently she placed a kiss upon his lips, and spoke to him....her voice...ohh, her voice! "Come with me, Akiro. Come with me and know everlasting peace. Come, and sleep with me, in peace forevermore..."
His spiritual form spoke then..."No, I cannot go with you, Death...for I have duties...duties I must complete....I have promises..." Again, Death cooed to him. "Come with me...let those who bind you back go. Come with me, and live!"
At long last...he passed into oblivion, managing to survive Death's loving touch.
His sister cried out as he passed out. "No, Akiro! Please don't leave meeee!!!!" She cried then, as she gently pulled back his long hair, having always been unbound. She continued to cry, letting gentle loving tears flow down her face as she bound back a silver hairband. Her own hairband. She loved him so much...and she was about to lose him. "Akiiirrrooo! Noooo!"
She placed her head upon his chest, as she sobbed, not realizing that her brother was still alive, until she was well into her grief for him, finally, at long last, sensing his chest rising and falling rhythmically, slightly.
"Oh! Thank god you didn't leave me, Akiro! Why'd you have to do this to me!" It was half laughing-half-tears as she spoke, now watching her beloved brother sleep in oblivion.
He shivered at the memory, knowing that if Death was to touch him again...he knew that he might not survive. Finally, panting, he reached the grove of oak trees and stopped in the center. What was not obvious then at the bottom of the hill, was now obvious to him. It was a table. A stone table of some kind, almost like an altar. He stopped before it, and bowed his head, as he remembered those memories.
It seemed so long ago now, as he recalled that time. He had fought and finally fallen, in battle against others of his Clan. He had defended his actions, and was cast out of the Clan for it. He smiled at his sister's loving actions.
He looked at the table, before he slowly turned, allowing the wind to snatch at the cloak and pull it free of him, billowing it out into the wind, rippling it as it did so, making him look like...a man that a young recruit would look up to, thinking that this man looked so....determined, so...sad, so quiet...even though he was a renowned warrior in his Clan...or formerly was a renowned warrior, as the case was.
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A Fallen Warrior am I, as I lay upon my back, knowing as I raise my eyes to the skies, as I lose the battle of my life, that I will never see again...those that I love. Blood and tears flow gently down my face as I await the final judgment...knowing that I am forever free, yet forever damned as I close my eyes and release my breath for the final time...
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain....It's time to toss the dice...Mat Cauthon-Robert Jordan...Wheel of Time series
"How do you prove that you exist? Maybe we don't exist..." - Vivi
"Having sworn fealty, must I spend my life in servitude?" - Steiner
"To be forgotten is worse than death." - Freya
"The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty." - Amarant.



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