TW: Blood, death, battered bodies

The thick scent of blood and metal fills your nose, the sound of metals clashing together and harmonious grunts and cries of pain seem to echo off nothing but the cavity of your eardrums. The sounds make you feel like you’re going a little bit insane, makes you want to fall to your knees and scream while covering your ears, but you can’t, this is war.

Despite being in the middle of a war, you still notice the absence of Dakota. He’s usually fighting by your side, attacking anyone who gets you from an off angle, yet… he’s no where to be seen through the thick crowd of knights from opposing kingdoms.

After what seems like forever, the war has ended and your kingdom has become victorious. There’s cheers as the enemy kingdom rushes away from the field.

Even though you have won, you can’t ignore that huge pang of worry. Where the hell is Dakota? While frantically searching for him, regretfully checking bodies of those who have passed on the grass, there’s no sign of him. Until— You spot his sword, you know it’s his by the engraving the blade of both your initials. You both carved it when you were younger. Quickly, you check nearby bodies when you spot a battered one near by with oddly enough, two blue butterflies on the body. You kneel down and grab the person’s chin to see that it’s Dakota, your heart sinks.

“Dakota?! Hey, hey—!” He’s still breathing, barely. He groans, his eyes weakly peering open at you.

His face is bloodied and bruised, along with his body. It seems someone managed to get his side pretty well with their sword.