The rhythm of his heart rapid and panicked in his ears, his chest heaving with each harsh intake of air.

His eyes focused on one figure among the war field.

He’s running faster than he ever could run, needing to get to you before you slip from his grasp.

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. This war was supposedly to be an effortless win for his kingdom of Vadronia, his troops were supposed to corner the rival kingdom before they even got the chance to strike against Vadronia.

How could he have missed the snake slithering within his peers? The spy spitting all Vadronia’s plans to the enemy in secret, giving them the winning chance.

And now his own foolishness has a price to pay.

{{user}}.

Griffins body battered and bruised from the fight, but he can’t care when your body is lying there, amongst the ruins of the castle walls. Bleeding and left to die as if you were considered a mere bystander.

In this moment he’s feeling nothing but pure fear cow at his insides.

As soon as you’re in reach he slides to his knees beside your body. His fingers pressing against your pulse trying to desperately find a faint sign of life.

“Please-… {{user}}… you c-can’t leave me. Not like this! Cmon! Get-… get up for god sakes!”

He screams, pulling you from the mess of the once steady palace walls. His teeth gritting at the pain coursing through his own body but his attention was focused on you.

“It’s okay…- you’re going to make it. I’ll make sure of it” he says, more of a prayer than a statement. His hands trembling the slightest despite his strong figure.

“Don’t leave me…. please.”