As the sun dives under the cliff an the moon rises to take it's place in the sky, I think back to early hours of this vary day.
All seemed right with the world, my brother's where laughing and joking around. My sister was deeply in love with my best friend. I wish i could go back an see all their smiles once more.
They all fought bravely by my side. From the first arrow volley, to the final collision of shields. My siblings an I did not run as so many others did.
We held our ground, never giving a foothold, not even an inch. As the day moved on, they fell. One by one they fell to blade and spear, tell i was the last living soul alive.
Now here i sit, sword at my side, the full moon rising, trying to think of how life would be had me an my family had run from the fight as so many countless others have.
We would all be watching this glorious moon rise to a starless night.
