The end. Not of the kingdom, gladly, but of the War.

History has dictated that it is written by the victors, whether they be the true evil, or veritable paladins of righteousness, we may only know their side of the story. So in this instance, after the most recent war has ravaged the countryside, I shall do the same; not from an objective perspective, but of Mine, a lowly soldier.

I did not deliver the decisive blow, I was not of a secret squad, I was not a general, or a leader. I was a foot soldier. The lowest of the ranks, yet still an invaluable part of a whole; every life is. The account is that of a friend, bound in the decades of battle and bloodlust, her account is not of the length of the War, but of the middle. This, I am convinced, is
when you will hear the most honest reports of any conflict, when there is no end in sight.

As the opponent in front of me fell, his skull no more than pulp, I saw the battle for all of its glory; soldiers dying by the thousands, some standing by pure willpower or adrenaline. The battle of Ghastly Gorge was entering its third day, the eels were already well fed, and the Gorge was beginning to fill with the entrails of friend and foe alike, the stench was unbearable to some, driving to others, and the stench of victory to me.

Unfortunately, my brief break from the slaughter was over, as another faceless warrior charged at me, her sword already dripping blood from what was likely my bunk mate from basic training. As she charged; I raised my normally pristine buckler, now painted a deep crimson, preparing myself for the impact.

Three. Two. One.

But no blow came, looking from beneath my meagre protection, I saw Her; Grey coat stained with the life of countless fallen soldiers, swords flowing through limbs and bodies just as easily as the air it was swung through. No defense was needed on Her body, the twin swords parrying far more effectively than any armor, and her swift movements a deadly dance of evasion and counters. Although having lost her hearing years before, She could predict even the most enraged of blows, Her mere presence on the field rallied the troops. The Right Hand, The Ebony Sabre had come.

Even the most skilled of fighters had their weaknesses; her eyes, however fast, could not see everywhere at once, her movements, no matter how quick, would always leave gaps. But rarely was an enemy fast or discreet enough to take advantage of these traits, though many had tried, none had ever breached her defender.

The Ivory Shield, if She was the right hand, I was the Left. My armor thicker than any dagger was long; my shields the things of myth, never before breached by any who had attempted; My muscles were not hampered by the weight, for they knew what they must defend. My mere presence upon the battlefield was that of an iron wall, even when struck by the strongest of opponents, my cries would never be heard, and this was no myth.

And so We fought, the Sword who could never be tricked with words, and the Shield that would never utter a complaint. Those who flew the colors of our kingdom knew they had nothing to fear from us; but whoever stood against us knew that before this day was done, they would not see the next. Our rampage unstoppable but by the Seven or the Apocalypse itself.
As hope surged through the ranks, so too did We. Our progress unwavering even in the face of the army before us. Those who laid down their weapons were spared our wrath, but those who stood against us were not for long. To be captured was a fate worse than death to the enemy, whose code drove them to die in service of their ruler. But mercy was the right thing to do, those with no will to fight were not worthy of that glory.

Even the titans grow tired however, and as our pace slowed, the battle once again reached a stalemate. Albeit one much more in our favor. As we rested, surrounded by carnage and viscera, She spoke. Her voice a melody, one which restored my strength more than any elixir. Her words will forever be ingrained into my memory, as everything She had ever said is.

“What do you fight for?”

She knew I could not speak, and knew well my answer. Together We fought for those who would could not do so themselves. She fought for Hope, a land not embroiled in death, but in Life. Me? I knew what I fought for. But no others would hear but Her, for only she could understand what I would answer. Some fought for Pride, and glory; others out of Rage or Sorrow.

Without thought, without hesitation. I raised my head, and as Our eyes met, no words were needed, they hadn’t been for a lifetime. My own ruby orbs all but screaming the answer, and Her Amethyst irises bearing the knowledge of a lifetime together. The reason My shield had never faltered, My will never wavered, and I had never fallen.

I fought for Love. For Her. And I always would. Even in the next life.

Time went on, and battles raged; kingdoms rose and fell; and governments were toppled. All at the hand of the Sword and Shield. But even Titans grow weary. They had conquered for decades, far beyond what advisors and court mages had predicted or promised. In the end, They changed the history of our entire race; supporting a small kingdom that has risen in the west, not one ruled by a king or queen of old, who’s right to the thrown was never questioned; but for two sisters, not yet old enough to even fight. But wise beyond their years. With the help of these two Lords of the battlefield, and many more, the Sisters came to control the land, and established their own Nation. One of Peace and Life, under the banner of Harmony.

The Hands never lived to see the kingdom fully realized, at the age of fourty winters, the Sword of Peace, and the Shield of Love laid down their arms to find their own peace, not on the rivers of crimson, but in the fields of gold. Elysium welcomed them with open arms, the Seven personally escorting them to their destination.

And thus ends the story. Not of war and death, but of Peace and Love.

Author's Note

hehehehhe... nearly 80 views. I'm happy so far, I wonder how big this fic will get?

WHAT'S GOING ON?! Time doesn't make sense! I thought They were from the End? EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

Not everyone is who I say they are. and the end of the world is a tricky, What about my world? what if that ends tomorrow, what then huh?

The World is odd, did I ever say this was the end of THE World? Not that I recall... so let's see you guys figure this out.

Also, who the fuck are the Seven? "I" Might have an idea... but she ain't talking.