it was a summer night the sun was high casting a warm glow over the deep and depressing world.

there was shouts cry's of pain blood dripping and spilling into the water, explosions going off people screaming shouting and running, to say the least, war is chaos everyone seemed to be lost in a panic everyone is distressed and in some or other way hurt so many started to fall down people where dying every second.

yet between all that chaos and all that distress there was one blond boy one boy who was fighting with losing odds yet he was as calm as ever, his sword sliced through his enemies like butter even in all the armor the other ones had the boys sword was so well forged by his own hands that even with the iron that covered the enemies there heads still fell as if nothing.

the boy killed with a blank face eyes void of any emotion his mind was as one could say empty of any empathy or pity for the winning side, because even if all his ally's fell he whole still win and the other side seemed all to smug about the winning façade.

the young blond seemed almost entranced with the killing but as he was about to stab some ones heart he stilled, in the corner of his eye he was the sight he would never want to see, his leader who he admired so much wasn't supposed to be in the line of fire but yet the man was armor-less holding a sword trying to protect a ally.

his stupid leader went into the line of fire without protection and no focuses because moments later a sword or iron was stabbing through the leaders heart.

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he doesn't know what had happened but now the warzone was as quiet as the night that fell upon the world, the cold corpse of his leader was in his hands the leaders eyes where open and those same brown comforting eyes where sending him a cold shiver.

he was wounded a gash in his side dripped blood like water and the more it dripped the less he could care about his mortal body.

his mind was eons old and as he remembers the leader was the first one he could fully trust a stupid mistake as it was he trusted the leader and he stayed at the leader side through  the insanity and the desire driven craze the leader fell into.

as the blond boy sat there leader in his arms he could only think of one thing to do, as he sat there he began to beg the cruel god of a death with the one he trusted, as the mumbling began to become incomprehensible and the boys eyes began to shut, the boy realized that no matter what he was doomed to be alone for the eternity.

soon enough the boy fell over and was now yet another rotting corpse amongst the many others.

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