Everything felt cold, colder than the snow around me would normally feel. You would think that the silver blood covering me would keep me warm even as my own droll red joined it. I tried to reach my hand out to my sword but it lay just outside of my reach I coughed and more blood came up past my lips, the pain Brough a blessed warmth for just a moment before I became numb again. I laughed, each cackle rising up from me allowed the blood and the pain to swallow me up again. It was fitting in way, I couldn’t protect my village like a warrior and now I can’t even die like one. Footsteps ran towards me and I panicked, struggling for my blade anew before I realized If it was one of the bastards they wouldn’t bother using their legs unless they wanted to watch me panic. Even if I couldn’t die as a warrior I refused to pass as a whelp.
Relief took me as I saw the unmistakably human legs run towards me. Hope raised me up before it was crushed down like an ebb offering a ship to the waves. It couldn’t be one of the true warriors, the little feet that ran towards me were those of a child. A child's bare and bloody feet slapping onto the snow covered dirt around me. I watched as they slipped in the blood of both colors around me. Watched as the child fell and as she saw me reaching for my sword. My eyes were burning with tears as I saw her face light up with hope as she crawled over to my hand. It was the same as I’d just wished for when I heard her steps. More tears built but I couldn’t feel them leave my eyes. Didn’t she understand I couldn’t save her? That sword did little more than cut them when I was able to lift it, what did she think I could do now.
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She tried to lift it. Stumbling under the weight as she tried to rise with it. I couldn’t understand why she was putting the pommel into the ground until she lifted the blade towards her. I managed to cry out then. It wasn’t anything more than a whimper but she looked over to me.
“W-we can go together, it’ll be better,” She was crying freely just as I was. Her jaw was trembling but her voice flowed sweetly from a large grin under her fear filled eyes. “It’ll be better than if they get us.”
Try as I might no sound would leave me as she fell forward onto the blade. The sword of a man who could not protect his people reaped the life of a child. Her voice was innocent, purer then I deserved to have be the last sound I heard. Even if I couldn’t protect her, even if her death was my fault, I would assure er passage through this world. I think more tears started flowing as I cursed at myself for holding on to life this long, for keeping the little miss waiting on me.
“Ha! Did you kill this one? Why would you ever do such a thing?” The sneering voice came from behind me. It was beautiful but not like the girl, this beauty was covering evil. My head was grasped and wrenched up and I could see flesh and viscera between the perfect teeth next to my face. “Did you like it little pet?”
As the thing cackled my voice returned to me. A scream ripped from my throat. It was not a thing of words, it was not a cry of the physical, but my soul crying out. Fear tore, rage burned, and loss utterly destroyed as they used me as their vessel, flinging themselves at the Sidhe.