One Final battle

The glint of polished steel flashed many times in the full moons pale light, cutting and piercing through flesh like it was butter, spraying everything in bright crimson red.

The warrior who held the blade never wavered in her attacks, unfazed by the gore and carnage around her. She never wavered nor paused in her attacks, even as the screams and cries of the men around her rose into a symphony of agony and death.

Blood, hot and wet, splashed all around her, painting a red landscape.

Her  amber eyes reflected her mind, empty, void of any thought, thoughts would only get in her way. Her brown hair was plastered to her cheeks and neck, her bloody clothes stuck to her semi muscular frame.

She wore no armor, it would only slow her, and besides, non of her many opponents could touch her.


Another wave of men, another tide of hot blood, a reprise of screams. Blood continued to bloom in bright blossoms as her blade Snaked it's way into the heart of the warrior before her.

Some of them tried taunting her, it was useless. Her face remained the calm slate it was, her moves always stayed calculated and controlled; anger was pointless.

Some of the dying men called her a demon with their last breath, others called her a monster, one had even screamed in fury, charging at her as he called her a devil inhuman flesh. Maybe they were right, she didn't act very human, she acted more like a monster.

The moon's light glinted off of armor, weapons, and blood. The ground was littered with the bodies of the dead and dying. Eventually the flow of bodies eased, and them stopped all together, leaving her standing in the center of a massacre all her own doing.

Beads of sweat dampened her bloody brow, threatening to fall into her eyes, she swiftly wiped them away. Her breathing was partly labored, but only a critical eye could see how bone tired she was from fighting non stop.

She raised her eyes to the silvery moon, full and round in the sky, the light framed her face and danced in the depths on her amber irises.


She turned her head to the sound of splashing footsteps. Emerging from the gloom was a boy about her age, his eyes down at the carnage around them.

His green eyes glittered with anger and sorrow, his mouth was a tight line that completed the pained look on his face.

"For all the lives maimed and lost here this night, I must kill you," he said, his voice threatening to crack.

His expression morphed into that of determination and drive. His dark hair leaving a slight shadow across his eyes that emphasized his anger. Like her, he was dressed in no armor, the way he moved hinted he was fast and nibble, a dangerous combination.

The boy lifted his right hand to unsheathe the blade resting on his left hip, but he didn't raise it into a fighting stance.


"So be it, kill me if you can." she said.

Her voice was as empty as her eyes and mind. She didn't care how she sounded, it had never mattered in the past, so it wouldn't matter now.

The girl attacked first, charging at the boy and striking with an over hand slash. The boy raised his blade to pary the blow and stabbed at her. The girl move out of the way.

Their battle continues on like this, each one blocking or avoiding the others attacks, the only sound the the ringing cries of steel on steel, locked in a deadly dance of sword and mind. The only witness to this dace were those still dying and the moon high above their heads.

Time seemed absent in this battle, like everything but them was at a standstill.

As there horizon came alive with the fires of dawn, the battle dance began to come to a close. The girl, grasping her sword in both hands, thrust the tip of her blade forward, the boy parring it just enough that it only grazed the top of his shoulder. Taking his opening, the boy stabbed his sword forward, only for the girl to dance out of distance.

When she came to strike again, the boy attacked. It was a quick horizontal slash, still the sharpened blade sliced through her shirt and flesh with no hindrance.

Both blades fell to the bloody ground with a 'tink'. The boy having discarded his weapon to catch the girl and keep her from falling to the ground. He eased her onto the crimson stained stones, her own blood renewing the color.

The boy could see deep in her eyes, one emotion; joy.

"Thank you," the girl croaked, blood dripping from both sides of her mouth.

Her mouth curled into a sensire smile.

The boy could feel  tears burn at the back of his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry." he choked out, tears burning at his eye and falling down his cheeks.

The girl chuckled.

"I suppose this is the time where we tell each other our names, mine is Januth." she said, voice little more than a whisper.

"I'm Renos," The boy replied, black hair falling like a veil over his eyes.

Januth raised one hand to Renos's cheek. The cut in her stomach was deep, cut organs and even bone was visible among all the blood pouring out.

"Thank you, now I can rest."

Januth's body fell limp, her hand falling from Renos's cheek, but her eyes never closed, now they were just hazy amber orbs reflecting the peace that Renos had given her, the smile still on her face.


Renos broke down, burring his face in the dead girl's body he sobbed and cried quietly until the sun was a little past the horizon. He placed one hand over her eyes, closing the lids.

Right now, despite the fetal wound still weeping blood, Januth looked like she was sleeping.

Renos wiped his eyes and retrieved his blade. Sheathing it, he stared at Januth's blade.

Grabbing the blade he placed the hilt on her still chest and aligned it with the rest of her body.


Renos turned and walked away, not daring to look back, the sun was giving the blood a fiery crimson color, even Januth looked regal in the golden glow.  

The bodies would be found soon, and would be buried as soon as possible, hopefully even Januth's body would get a proper grave.

A piece of paper danced and fluttered in the wind, in black in read one line of text; "may all these souls find peace at last,"