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I was glad... very glad.

I'm not glad that the arrow had pierced me but I'm glad and relieved that I blocked it for him so he could carry on for his fight. He might not know that I did it for him but he hadn't to know... as long he survived.

In the last part of the battle between humans and anthros I defended his life with my own... my ultimate sacrifice! It felt weird the first few seconds to be shot but out of sudden I felt the energy going out and collapsed upon the tramped and bloody grass. The shock came first and then the unbearable pain: The arrow hit me right in the middle of my chest, puncturing my lungs so I breathed some blood and the blood slowly flood out of the point.

But I was still glad... I would have given everything for his sake and now I did, indeed. It sounds a bit cliché but as the last part of the battle was about to be finished my mind ran through a lot of memories throughout my life but it especially focused on the time I knew him:

I saw myself got acknowledged among the Order of the Knights and the High King himself. I didn't know that I would fall in love with a royal member but it was still important to me that he gently placed the tip of his noble sword upon my left shoulder and then to my right shoulder, showing their acknowledgement to their new member. Then Edmund, the High King, wanted to speak with me personally about my progress among the Knights and this conversation between us was one among many conversations I had with him. This was the key, the boundary for my love towards him. It was unexplainable but I just fell in love with a king who was fair both in look and in judgment when his kingdom asked for his advice and choice. Eventually the conversations turned more personal and it developed a deep friendship where we would make fun of each other, laugh with each other, fight with swords at each other and the list went on. I remembered when I was about to fill 20 years old my King Edmund turned a bit secretive and on the day of my 20thbirthday he held a smaller party for me with few members of the Order who were both important to me and King Edmund. We drank beers into the night and I honestly didn't remember much what happened after an hour but what I recall was that it was fun.

I felt my clothes beneath the armor getting heavy and warm because of the blood and began to have problems breathing because of the emerging blood. I coughed but I immediately regretted it for the wounds and the puncturing made it sting like burning flames of Hell. I tried to pull out the arrow but the barbs on the arrow made it both impossible and incredible painful, more than it was already. I heard that someone yelled... didn't hear what it said. Never mind that...

It hurt my inner self when I heard that he got betrothed to a noble female anthro. Of course, I tried to talk him from it but he said that it was mandatory and necessary for the future of his... I mean our country. I knew it was crazy and it sounded weird but I wanted him for myself and no one else. I wanted us to be together... Hehe... I remembered when I got jealous when he sometimes found some of the other knights to be funnier and more entertaining than me and I regretted that I didn't express it for obvious reasons. If they were to find out that one of their members was gay... boy, that would be a mess. It didn't make it easier when the female anthro he was betrothed to came... I used every opportunity to hinder their relationship to grow. At one point he got a bit irritated that I continually interrupted their somewhat intimate conversations and expressed it by ordering me to fetch some flowers to the female anthro. I somewhat overreacted by saying that it was pretty ridiculous to get betrothed to someone you might even not like. I made him angry right there. We didn't talk for days and from that day I tried to limit my jealous actions.

I saw some anthros come to me. It seemed that the battle was over and apparently the humans were on their retreat, as expected. It was some of the knights of the Order. They crouched beside me and one of them said:

"Are you alright, Rafnir?!"

Funny... I felt irritated to be interrupted in my 'passed in review'- moment. Anyway I tried to say that the King was safe but my throat was so filled with blood that I just coughed it up.

"King Edmund! Sir Rafnir is badly injured!"

Hmpf... maybe deadly injured was more precisely and that I possible had only few moments left to live. But that didn't really matter in the end... as long he lived a happy life, even without me. I more or less accepted to die, especially in battle. After I fell in love I focused more on my relationship with King Edmund than my honor but still; to die in battle wasn't that bad. As I laid there without movements beside my heavily hindered and heavy breathing I thought if I would be remembered by my comrades and by my crush, I even hoped to be rewarded for my act. One of my comrades yelled for medical assistance. Lying on my back I decided to look up upon the sky; it was about to turn from beautiful blue to threatening grey. Thunder could be heard from the distance. That was a bit melodramatic. As my love came closer the sky began to open its tides; raindrops began to pour upon the battlefield.

"Sir Rafnir!" yelled a very familiar voice which I still enjoyed to hear.

I looked to the left side and saw my fair king, Edmund, where his face was painted with the greatest worry... I didn't want him to be that worried about one of his subordinates. I tried to say words through my bloody muzzle but I felt that I got choked instead, coughing even more blood up. I closed my eyes and tried to control my lungs which desperately tried to calm its breathing for air. My body was pretty much numb nearly everywhere but I still felt that I got lifted up In someone arms and when I opened my eyes I saw eyes filled with tears; the eyes of my king.

"Rafnir! Everything will be okay... you mustn't go away!" his voice was filled with flooding emotions which I've never heard before and it surprised me a bit.

With all my might I managed to pull out few words before my throat got overwhelmed by blood again:

"You live, my king"

Apparently somebody saw my action and mentioned it for King Edmund for he immediately responded:

"And that's because of your heroic act of yours! You'll be okay, I promise!"

He was young, like me. He had his whole life ahead of him and I didn't want him to live in pain or suffering no matter what. I wanted to protect him from any kind of harm which ultimately cost my little life but it was worth it. I smiled even though I lacked air. My head began to feel fuzzy and funny, made my vision blurred. I wanted to deliver my quite possible last words but I felt that I drifted away. No... I wanted to say my last words... this couldn't be it. I lost my consciousness.

As mind my played with me I saw in my inner vision that I got kissed gently on my muzzle by King Edmund. I reached out for the vision, wanted it deeply to happen in real life or that it did happen before and it was a true memory of mine. Then the vision got pitch black and I found out that I could hear voices and that I could open my eyes. So I did.

"You must not leave me, Rafnir! You're so important to me!" I managed to see that King Edmund was shedding tears silently. So therefore I used my last strength and will to say the last words:

"Live your life... cough... my beloved... Edmund"

There were very few seconds of silence I didn't care how they were going to react: All that mattered was that I said it and that he was alive to live the rest of his life.

"I will, love" whispered King Edmund to my left ear so the others couldn't hear it.

I certainly didn't expect that! He... called... me... 'love'? I couldn't ask for a better death; I died in battle, sacrificed my life for my love and he returned my love to him.

The skies opened the tides for serious; it was raining heavily and the lightings stroke upon the land with heavy thunder. How overdramatic.

"Will you accept my apology for not seeing it in time, Sir Edmund?" exclaimed King Edmund, gently squeezed his hands upon my dying body. The others looked confused at each other but didn't say anything for this sentimental situation.

Right before my death I nodded, thought:

"I'll see you on the other side, waiting"