His raven hair dripped crimson blood to the mistreated battle field. The spear had long been removed from his head but the bleeding went with the hours that had passed in useless war. His breathing was slowing; he could hardly see the outline of who had been his king through his icy blue eyes. It was a bloody fight, all lives lost except his and his king's. Now, he fought off the clouding death penetrating his senses.
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death. Even though tu are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
amargo, amargos laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? tu have no strength to stand, yet tu have nerve to say such a thing?”
He looked up through his own blood to the man who had been family and beloved king. The man he had been raised to hate because of his mother. The man that had always been a fuego to his ice cold heart. This man had been everything he had wanted in his childhood. Now he knelt before him, his own blood rebelling against the red of his knight's armor.
“Aye. I shall let tu be spared from the bitterness of the world. tu shall rest until tu are needed once more. At that time, I shall come to aide you. I will be your knight, worthy of everything but taking nothing. And when at last we meet again, your story shall be reborn. And I will not be the same as before. I swear to ye, my king, that I shall lay my life down for you. My oath as your knight I shall keep. And now, with my last breaths, I beg of tu to forgive me for this.”
He stood suddenly and jabbed the king's sacred sword into the body of it's master. Icy eyes watched dark brown fade of life and surprise. He withdrew the sword and lay it at his king's side.
“Now then, my king, I shall see tu when the time comes. Long live Artōrius.”
He lay on his back and let the overwhelming hunger of death eat the last of his life away. Our story will be rewritten in to that of legends,
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death. Even though tu are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
amargo, amargos laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? tu have no strength to stand, yet tu have nerve to say such a thing?”
He looked up through his own blood to the man who had been family and beloved king. The man he had been raised to hate because of his mother. The man that had always been a fuego to his ice cold heart. This man had been everything he had wanted in his childhood. Now he knelt before him, his own blood rebelling against the red of his knight's armor.
“Aye. I shall let tu be spared from the bitterness of the world. tu shall rest until tu are needed once more. At that time, I shall come to aide you. I will be your knight, worthy of everything but taking nothing. And when at last we meet again, your story shall be reborn. And I will not be the same as before. I swear to ye, my king, that I shall lay my life down for you. My oath as your knight I shall keep. And now, with my last breaths, I beg of tu to forgive me for this.”
He stood suddenly and jabbed the king's sacred sword into the body of it's master. Icy eyes watched dark brown fade of life and surprise. He withdrew the sword and lay it at his king's side.
“Now then, my king, I shall see tu when the time comes. Long live Artōrius.”
He lay on his back and let the overwhelming hunger of death eat the last of his life away. Our story will be rewritten in to that of legends,
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did tu do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started escritura his friends name on the wall. They begged tu not to go into this. tu knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged tu gods sake. I don't get why tu did it...but I guess tu made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, tu felt it was your place, to take that spot. But tu brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only tu could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put tu through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did tu do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started escritura his friends name on the wall. They begged tu not to go into this. tu knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged tu gods sake. I don't get why tu did it...but I guess tu made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, tu felt it was your place, to take that spot. But tu brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only tu could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put tu through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
Excerpt-
"Is this cool o what?!" the teen exclaimed más than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can tu not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell tu again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet tu Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool o what?!" the teen exclaimed más than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can tu not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell tu again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet tu Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help o is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed por her father and she was abused por her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found por flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope tu like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)
Zeth
Jessie Bennett
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