I stood in the open field, embracing the cool spring morning. Patches of white still lay all over the ground, the damp grass soaked into my mocassins and dew drops added a sparkling beauty, as if the stars had all fallen the night before.
I stood there, breathing in the freshness of the gentle breeze, watching the orange orb rising over the horizon, slowly and aesthetically adding it's finishing touches to the great work of art.
I stood there, reminiscing the night before...
Why do you go knowing certain death? Why can't you just stay where there will be no harm?
The onslaught is nigh my friend. The battles have waged for eternity. It's time for it to end.
But the king has countless armies! What purpose has it then?
And more men shall die? More babies stolen from their mother's cradle and sent to certain death? The scythe sweeps wide, and the scythe doth cuts deep. It cuts deeper than the open fields, for it slices the hearts of mothers and lovers.
And so? We have lived so for times longer than our forefathers past! Let the next...
We shall not be selfish. If I alone shall bring the end, then I shall do it. Generations will remember my name and mother's can care again, lovers can love once more. Farewell my good friend, it's not my presence that you should concern, it's memories you must treasure.
And as the sun rose in it's full majesty, it illuminated the dark specks that loomed yonder. I stepped forth and walked towards the oncoming doom.
I took one last moment to suck in the fragrance I would never smell again and reveled in the green sea of diamonds I would never dance in again.
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