Besides you

I still remember the day we met upon the battlefield, I remember being anxious, to give into the blood shed and make battle upon the enemies of our assailed fortress. It was past the first hours of morning when the horns of war finally sounded the advancement for both sides, the morning sun shining of the black plate that makes up my armor adorned in skull-like grooves, my hand on the hilt of the broad runeblade, slowly unsheathing it, taking it in both hands, the battle roar that begins to rise from the ranks behind me creeps into my own voice as we begin our march that slowly begins to turn into an all out charge.

The armies clash the throng of people smashing into each other tearing, clawing, dismembering but those are only the effects of the the soldiers up front holding the rear there are archers and mages, casting both arrows and spells from both sides.

I am caught somewhat of the middle of the battle chopping down enemies with sword and spell, but the numbers are overwhelming, there are simply to many invaders, not even the powerful corruption spells taught to every dreadknight are enough to maintain our assailants at bay soon I'll be buried by warriors so intent in killing me as I them, but in these desperate situations without any chance of survival we are also taught what to do, and so i begin to gather the energies of the dead and the dying and concentrate them on the glyphs smeared with blood of my runeblade and before i am skewered i thrust it into the ground releasing the energy in a seeping web of corruption that also begins to consume me the caster yet something is wrong the energies instead of expand in the for of dark tendrils draining life they are expanding like a dome consuming life from friend and foe and fueling itself until it unleashes finally. Light blinds me and scorches my skin, I feel the intensity of the explosion enveloping me and then nothingness just heat subsiding into cold death.

Pain, the feeling is disturbingly strong yet disturbingly reassuring, I am alive buried beneath debris from the explosion and dried up burned corpses, i begin to crawl out from underneath my ghastly tomb, my body aches I finally realize that my upper plate armor has been blown away but part of my leggings and boots remain although scorched and chipped.

As I emerge from death my eyes are pained with the gleam of dawn, but the pains does not reside as my sight adjusts, no more was there a battlefield than a barren wasteland filed with burned up corpses and bent and broken machines of war, the fortress that I tried to protect so fervently was also in ruins consumed by the terrible energies of a spell gone wrong and amidst this dead fields was a crater with a something gleaming at its center. As i approached it i begin to recognize the shape of a hilt and then of a blade concealed in this luminous hue, to my astonishment I recognized the runeblade struck to the floor. I fall to my kneels overcome by guilt of what happened, there it was my runeblade still gleaming of power yet has left no one but its own beaten owner to claim it.

As I mourn the loss of what I aspired to protect I failed to notice the footsteps coming slowly towards my crying self, until a hand finally rested upon my shoulder did I notice that I was no longer alone, slowly turned my head and there you were glistening in the slowly rising sun your eyes fixed on the horizon, and yet I felt done for, Then you said to me "Rise warrior you are beaten but not defeated" you eyes filled with purpose your face being caressed by the soft wind coursing trough the wasteland "I shall stand besides you and you besides me as we now forge our future". I slowly rose, took you into my arms and held you tightly "We shall be together and together shall we pave a new future for each other"