They stood before his grave, ‘Here lies Brigadier General Sharp Shot.’ His daughter, crying out for him to wake up. His wife, holding his daughter back. His friend, shrinking under the guilt. The king, shaking with grief. Alexandria, ‘The Metal Storm Alchemist’, a headstrong, smart mouthed, free-spirited, stubborn mare, was in full military dress.
She knew this was going to happen, she was in the military, right? So she knew she was going to be surrounded by death, but she didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, and so close to her heart. Hollow golden eyes stared into the pit.
‘You weren’t supposed to die so quickly, you bastard.’
Her ear twitched.
‘You left your daughter and wife behind, you ass.’
Her tail swayed.
‘You left your friends behind.’
Her wings ruffled.
‘You left your country behind.’
‘You left me behind.’