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Wonderous

The last soldier alive walked slowly through the forest, birds chirping around him, nature in full swing. But, he did not smile. A bird came to rest on his shoulder, he didn't shoo it away. He did not smile. Why doesn't he smile? This forest is the site of the last battle, where every man but himself was killed. The two forces had been equal in strength and numbers. But, this one man had been left with another, the last man from the opposing side. Left with no choice, the man had killed that last soldier. Then, pulled out of the memories, the man came to the clearing where the greatest warriors of his side were buried. A huge stone obelisk stood in the center of the clearing, names scrawled over every side. One name was bigger than the rest, and covered the space where 10 more names could have fit. It was the name of the man's greatest enemy. He did not smile. He moved on, then came to the shrine where the opposing side was buried. Graffiti covered the entire shrine, done by reckless youth. The man pulled out a washcloth and washed the graffiti off, for hours and hours. He finally revealed the black marble surface, gazing at the large name on this shrine. It was the name of his dearest friend. He finally smiled, for his friend was watching and he knew he was forgiven.

The man's best friend was the last soldier standing on the enemy's side.

-Shade

Beautiful

Again an amazing song!

A poem to go with it :D
What I got out of this peace:

"True Warriors Death"

A sorrow end
A blissful peace
A great rest death would lend
Great burden this would release

Years spent toiling over sword and shield.
A kind hearted fighter.
A man that knew not how to yield.
Of his own destiny he was the writer.

Yet as all stories must this man's ended, in death.
To that of the cold hand of the reaper.
A word of gratitude was the last breath.
For now equality was his keeper.

Beautiful

As he alone sat upon the stones over looking the mass graves of his former enemies and allies alike, he pondered what was it all worth. Was it done out of duty? Was it out of need?

With a heavy heart, he gathered the remnants of his things, and began to go home.

He would share this tale, that no matter the war, the cause, and soldiers that fought them be they of different age, race, sex. In death they were equal, and nothing would change that, their blood was the same.

Nice.

The sound of gunfire had halted a long time ago, but it was still quiet. soldiers looked from the trenches, as white flag after white flag was raised over the other side. both joy and confusion struck the troop, but soon, guns were thrown down, and them men ran out of the trenches. No longer had they stay in these stupid small holes, for it was finaly over.

wow

"I've got it. After the years of work. It was hard, but i have it now." Kozan looked up at the setting sky, the clouds turning pink. The sun was slowly begining to hide when Kozan smiled and repeated, "I've finally found the cure at last, the cure to stop this war."