FallA Story by lrigD
A moment on the battlefield.
They’re fighting, struggling, wondering what they’re doing here, wondering who they will take back as a limp body. Death is not picky today: in fact, it has not been for the past few weeks.
Although weeks is not the right word: it’s more like months, or years. It feels like forever.
I see my little girl, my best friends, my parents, my siblings. We’re all fighting for the same thing.
But only one can win.
And today, it won’t be us.
I see the silver glint of a sword in front of me, and it brings me out of my funk. I have a battle to fight; whether to win or to lose, it has to be fought.
My own weapons are smeared with blood, dirt and grease, and I can hardly hold on to them. Around me, I see similar situations. Nathanua is fighting with one arm hanging limply by his side: I rush over and fend his enemy off with him, but it’s no use. The man just turns around and attacks someone else.
Nathanua looks at me, for just a moment -it’s all we can spare- and sees the doubt. He opens his mouth, but before he can, somebody lunges at him from behind and I can only just move him out of the way.
And we’re fighting again.
I lose sight
of him, and for a while I can see nothing but my enemy, one at the time, and I
can hear nothing but the clangs of metal on metal and the screams of men in
agony. My own harsh breathing does no longer reach my ears: I am deaf for my
own sounds, insensitive to my own pain.
Nothing penetrates me.
Has it been
minutes, hours, days?
fighting stops, I am lost. My arms are raised, automatically, instinctively.
With nothing to do, they fall limply by my side. I have no more strength to
raise them again.
The eerie silence is telling. I see dead bodies around me, a sea of blood and hair and men, lying or crawling. Some are still alive. I know it would me most merciful to kill them: but I do no longer have the simple force to do so.
A few men are, like me, scattered, searching, resting and waiting.
Nobody I know.
my friends: what became of them? Nathanua? In this battlefield, they are
impossible to find.
A sharp stab of pain brings me to my knees. I look down: a deep wound is in my leg, oozing blood and only then do I see that my leg is shaking -my whole body is- and I can no longer stand.
© 2010 lrigD
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