Brief post. This prompt struck my fancy and I wrote something quick before I started work today.
He stared at the lightening sky, watching as dawn approached. It wasn't his first dawn nor would it be his last but, for the first time in a long time, it would be a quiet one.
What was different about this dawn was that it cast the roughly constructed cross's shadow across his feature. This dawn brought peace but this dawn also brought heartbreak.
And for the first time in 10 years, he had woken up without his best friend, his soulmate by his side. Hardened by time and by war, they had fought for their freedom together. He thought their story would end in happily ever afters. Instead, their story was a tragedy. The hole in his chest threatened to cave in and he fell to his knees, morning dew kissing them and his fingers curling in the freshly turned dirt.
He had promised he would keep them safe. But promises were lies wrapped in pretty bows. Easily broken with a word or an action. But it is foolish to promise protection when each breath could be their last. His soulmate hadn't stood a chance, attempting to face down a legion of men, better armed and better trained than he had been. It had been over in a matter of seconds, bullets shredding his body.
Safety, he scoffed in his head. What a useless concept.
Battle worn and weary, he got to his feet and turned from the mound of dirt and crude cross. Freedom was not easily won and his war was not over. No. This dawn would rise. And with it, his revenge.
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