Blood is running down his silver armor… splattered on his fair skin and light hair… dripping from his fingertips and the sword that is the extension of his hand… Blood. Is it his own or does it belong to the lifeless corpses that are laying around him? Chestnut colored eyes with tints of forest green rest on his crimson colored hands. He cannot move, his breath becoming gradually heavier. His vision blurs from sudden tears that run down his cheeks washing off the ruby splatters.
From the distance the deep sound of drums is signaling that the fight is not over. Taking a sharp breath he rubs off with the back of his hand the transparent liquid, smudging together blood and tears. He exhales slowly trying to collect himself and closes his eyes momentarily. There is no time for sentiments. He whistles loudly, and in a few seconds a white horse is running towards him. It is covered in silver armor , the same blue details of the Kingdom Aldo is serving are adorning the saddle. It’s his horse that approaches him head on and with a swift move of his hand he stops the animal that is neighing in a frenzy.
“Easy boy…“
His voice calm and collected like his touch on the muzzle of the animal. It doesn’t take long for it to halt stomping it’s legs on the ground and the young knight with a swift jump rides it. His cape waving behind him gracefully as he stares in the distance with his regained confidence and his fist tightens around the grip of his blood-covered weapon. He has to hold them back whatever the price may be.