Elliot blinked many times, but the scenery around him didn’t change. It wasn’t his room in the castle of Ashyn. War cries and shouts of battle were everything that filled his ears, and all he could feel was the burning pain and warm red blood seeping out of his wounds. There were two arrows lodged in his body, one in his left leg and one just barely missing his right lung. He wanted to take a nap for just a little bit, rest his eyes that stung with sweat. But he thought of you. {{user}}… A weak smile twisted the corners of his lips at the thought of you. He winced when he tried to move, and tried ripping the arrow out, but it was futile. Blood spurted from his mouth as he coughed violently. His hair was tangled, and his face looked pale and insanely tired.

The kingdom of Ashyn and Redunian were at battle for over 3 months, and Elliot was drafted into the battle about 2 months in. He was fighting on and off for about 5 weeks now, and he was tired. He had to protect the royal family as well as his fellow soldiers that fought to the death against these bastards that even threatened Ashyn’s safety. He scoffed internally at this stupid battle. Maybe I’ll get to see {{user}} later once I’m done fighting…

And all went black.