Phoenix

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The cold tears dripped down her slender nose, slowly inching its way along until it reached her mouth. She moved her tongue the slightest bit so that she could taste the salty tears. Staring into the distance, she spotted her last hope: th e few remains of the army. Limping their way through the rain, she watched as so me would fall down, breathing their last breath. A fire had started in the fores t behind the men, but she was past caring. Stepping back slowly so as to not hur t anything, she looked at the small alter to the gods in the corner of the room. Kneeling down hurt her delicate legs which were already twisted from the war ef forts. She prayed long and silent, humming her mantra as evil loomed over the ro om. A few arrows had breached the entrance to the room, but death had already po ssessed the girl long ago. A quick knock at the door indicated that the so calle d savages could have thought of manners, cautiously by reflex rather than fear, she opened door. The only thing that startled her was the rain that had piled up at the door. She motioned the visitor to come in, quickly closing the door so a s to have him tighten the grip of he weapon he wore on his waist. “I come from the prince.” The soldier said quietly. “He’s dead.” She stated matter-of-factly. The prince was to be her husband and althoug h she hardly could say that she loved him, his death weighed on her heart. “My apologies!” he stammered. “Tell me the news! Courtesy is hardly needed at this hour!” She was shocked with her harshness and knew that he would look up in shock and see the tears on her face . “I have been chosen to come rescue you, your mages….. Sorry old habits die hard I su ppose.” The chuckling had hardly eased the tension in the air. “You want to help me? You are the enemy, right? Besides, we are stuck so I suggest finding a comfortable spot and allowing the arrows and flames to devour you qui ckly!” “Please! You’ve done all you can for your faction, but that doesn’t mean that you can die now! I’ll help you, I promised the king!” “It’s getting closer…” she said in awe. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room into the rain. She came to he r senses and ran the opposite way of the flames. Her footing was swift, but even she tripped in the large puddles and she was injured never-the-less. “Wait up!” the soldier desperately yelled, but the voice trailed off into the distan ce. She came to a clearing and sat down, waiting for the poor man to catch up. Meanw hile, she gathered her dress over her head so that it would form an umbrella. It wasn’t meant to keep her dry; she was already soaked, but rather to see when the soldier approached so she could take off running once more. To where she would r un, that would be her feet’s decision. Not much was around the area, as the soldie rs had razed any nearby towns in their spurt of anger at the beginning of the wa r. Finally, he limped his way into the clearing. He threw part of his tattered unif orm into the distance and yelled something unintelligible. “Your leg…” she gasped. The wound was obviously from an arrow that he had hastily take n out of his leg. She decided that she would go back to the room where she could find something to wrap the leg with. Somehow she was hit with a touch of humanity as she assumed that they would both die very soon. Through the tattered fields she rushed on, s tepping in puddles yet never faltering. Her unrelenting vigor got her back to th e room quickly. She easily found the large blanket that had constituted as her b ed and wrapped it up quickly to carry to the solider. On the way back she stumbled a bit from exhaustion and the weight of the blanket . She, in the heat of battle felt something warm touch her stomach yet she kept moving. She trudged onward towards the soldier. Finally, she reached the clearin g where she found the soldiers lying in the fetal position. She wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes. They looked so lifeles s, but the occasional heartbeat told her that he was alive, for now. The blanket was put around his wound but apparently someone had shot the back of his head a s well.

“Nuh….nuh…. now can you see I am not the enemy?” he muttered in such a quiet tone that t he rain would have sucked it away had her ear been pressed on his cheek. The tears came and she said “Yes, yes I do.” She realized his eyes were similar to t he prince’s. He was the prince in disguise! Under his soldiers clothes lay a fine shirt and pants indicating rank. She clutched him harder than before at the disc overy. “I’m sorry; I would have married you to keep you alive. I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” Those words m lodically soothed them both. He was dead. All hope was now lost so she let the blanket go and felt her own p hysical pain. There was no need to hide something that was already there; someon e shot an arrow in her chest and in her stomach. Blood pooled around the two bod ies as she thought her final thoughts. “This is the price of freedom, the difference between living and surviving. I lost everything to realize what life is really like. Maybe you die when God thinks y ou’ve seen too much. I lived, and I loved. Isn’t that enough?” In a fit of exhaustion, she laid her head on the ground and found peace and free dom combined for the first time in her life. Phoenixes may rise, but humans can let others make their dreams reality when they die.

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