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She walked away, her pace quick but her intent slow as though she hoped he'd call her name and run to her, call her name and take her back. But no words left his mouth, only the sound of his armour as he pivoted around to face the large gates. The gates that he knew, as soon as he crossed them, fate would graps him coldly and drag him to death.
The soldiers marched out coldly silent, their faces hidden by their masks, but their eyes shone brightly with the courage they summoned to consume their fear, each pair of eyes uniform in shine until the singly ranked warrior, his eyes cold with lost love and hate, already dead, for the his mind and body had taken to the outh of the warrior...the complete acceptance of death.

She fell as soon as her dignity was hidden from threatening eyes behind the walls of what she ounce called home, but without what made it worth living in, it was a home no more. It was an empty husk, just like the man she had killed, the man she had torn the heart from and cast it in the dirt of the battle field his blood was to be spilt on.
He remembered his words as they echoed through her head, each time they passed brung a tear to her eyes and sent it crawling down her cheek.
"I am already dead, you made sure of that, but i still can't help but accept the feelings i have for you, found on the ridges of where my heart used to be. So my only choice, to both vanquish those thoughts and make sure you live a happy life, is to do my duty...and kill as many of those basterds as i am allowed before they strike me down, to ensure i did my part, in your freedom."
She sobbed loudly as she realized it was all her fault, despite her words of apology, fate had already turned him to the path it had laid out for him and its whispers made her words faint and empty. Just as her tears were, for no river of those salty crystals would ensure his return, he was never coming back.

(to be continued)