Don't You Just Love Moments Like This?
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Well, today during one of my more boring classes, I started writing. It started out with just gibberish, but then it started evolving in a story, and soon I had blanked out my surroundings completely and I was focused on the story. After about ten minutes, I was done. I'll be posting it soon, but I still need to correct it and touch it up. For now, though, you guys can read it if you want [it's human-BIONICLE, hence the white armor (so an Ice Toa), and "Solus" means "Alone" in Latin]:
He stood alone on the edge of a mountain, clad in metallic white armor, and bearing a broad sword, which he held tightly in the grasp of his hand.
As he looked down the mountain, he saw that the snow was no longer white, but rather a pink color – snow stained with blood; blood of so many victims whose bodies lay lying there still, some living, and most dead. The bodies laid there, blood pouring out from open wounds. Often there was not even a whole body, but only an arm or a leg which had been cut off during the battle.
He looked out over these people – many his friends – who were lying there, helpless in the snow. Some still alive, breathing hoarsely and struggling with every breath to remain alive. He wished he could go and help, but there was nothing he could do – nothing but watch as they gave a last cry of pain and breathed for the last time. He could barely stand to watch, and almost brought his sword upon himself more than once.
He could stand watching them all die helpless the way they did, but he had no other choice. No other choice but to just walk away and desert them and that was barely an option.
Soon there was only one person left that still breathed – even if only barely. With each breath, drops of blood came from the man’s open mouth, but he lingered on, unwilling to give up just yet.
It was his best friend. When he could stand it no longer, watching his best friend die, he started climbing down the hill-side. He walked with a limp, and one could see clearly that he had received many injuries.
He trudged slowly through the ankle-deep snow toward his friend who was lying only feet away from him, pain accompanying every step.
When he had at last reached to where his friend was, he fell down on his knees, and held his friend in his arms, holding him close to his own body to keep him warm. His friend continuously spat out blood, staining his white armor, for that was all he could do. He could only lie there and spit out blood.
After a few minutes had passed, his friend gave one last breath. Blood still came from his friend’s mouth and wounds, but no longer felt pain, for his friend was dead. He stayed there, kneeling for a moment before screaming out in anger.
He was alone, and soon would die from starvation and exhaustion, if not from too much blood-loss, as blood still flowed from his open wounds. He finally was able to leave the scene, leaving a blood-stained trail as his tracks, his feet bleeding from one of his many injuries.
More than once he brought his sword to his own throat, wishing to give up hope and be done with it, but he persevered. He stayed strong. He remained the hero he was during the battle, and he trudged on alone until giving his last breath.
That's about it . . . As I said, it still needs to be corrected. It's short, yes, but it's still nice to have another short story to add to my collection.
I really want to lengthen it and draw out some parts [specifically where he's holding the body in his arms], but the problem is that I want to leave them both unnamed, and saying "he held him" too much can get confusing -- I've already done it a lot, so I really should have at least one name. Anyone have any suggestions for a name that are kind of human, but yet BIONICLE at the same time? Or even any human name that would fit?
Thanks for reading. ^^
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