𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬

It was the day. The war would be an hour before the sunset. The night before Kate went into his room, soon after Lizzy too. The three of them sat at the fireplace and cried. Lizzy had her arms tightly around Newt's neck and almost sat on his lap.

She had cried until no tears were left, she had kissed his head, stroked his hair, but mostly leaned her head on his shoulder and cried. Newt only had one of his arms around her waist, patting her back comfortingly.

While she was crying, Kate had her head down to his shoulder as well, but she had sat quietly, the tips of her fingers were tingling and she knew that Newt wouldn't be Newt after the war. The blonde only had his other arm around her shoulder, stroking her hair.

"I love you no matter what," she had said.

Newt's body tensed. She knew it. She had known it for months. It scared him to know that Kate knew everything he and Thomas had been doing for the past months. He knew, if his mother was aware of his actions, Jacky would be too.

Newt did not look into her eyes after her words, but replied shorty. "I love you too," it hurt him to know that it was his last night alive. He never wished to die for his kingdom, but it was classic, it was cliché for a prince's death.

He wished to die in his lover's arms, just right before telling him that he loved him. He wished to only remember those hazel eyes and his beautiful grown, brown hair. But life was not fair to him.

He had to die that day, there was no escape from that. His worst fear. No escape, not coming out of the big Maze in his head, in his life, no escape from practice, from everything.

He remembered how Lizzy cried herself to sleep, when he carried her to her room and Harriet was sitting at the fireplace in a white nightgown. She had hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead, she formed the same love to him as Lizzy had with him, her brother.

When she had cupped his face in her hands, the blonde knew that she was serious about what ever she was going to say. The thought of giving the lover to his sister's hand made him go crazy, but he knew that Harriet was going through the same.

"I will take good care of her... Both of them," she had said, looking him deep in the eyes, or his soul even.

He had nodded his head before leaving his sister's room for the last time, glancing back for the last time, seeing her face, for the last time. When he had made it back to his mother in his room, she gave him a hug, where Jacky joined in after a few seconds.

Jacky was way taller than Kate, making her wrap her arms around her waist easily and ruffle Newt's messy hair. When they had left, Newt was aware of never seeing them in his life, ever again. It hurt him. Jacky was the second mother for him, she had treated him like her own son.

"You will say good bye to me, right?" Thomas had asked from the bed.

He was getting better, he did not have fever anymore, but still a running nose and a slightly sore throat. Newt had shook his head, walking to his bed, crawling into the sheets, hugging his lover for the longest he had ever done.

"I will miss you, Newt,"

Newt nodded his head, buried it in Thomas' neck, breathing in his scent. He loved Thomas' smell, he loved his gentle hands, his smile, his clumsy personality, his kindness, his love for him, everything. He only wished to say that to him, out loud... But it was too late, because he was standing right behind Alex, his uncle who would protect him no matter what, it was too late.

He knew that he would not be surviving the war, but he was there for Alex, there to protect his back while he would protect his front. Conan was right beside him, and the other side was Alex's best mate, Janson.

Newt had barely spoken to him, but his face looked familiar, but he could not put a finger on it. He was in a tight iron armor. His right hand was holding onto his silver sword, while the left arm was carrying his shield.

When they have set the shot to fight, he knew in less than ten minutes he would be dead.

***

"I do not want him to go," Thomas cried.

When he heard the slight shot, and then every movement the warriors made, he knew Newt would not come back. He knew that the last time he saw him was the night he slept on his chest. The morning, he had already left the room, leaving Thomas and leaving everyone.

He cried, leaning his head against Lizzy's shoulder. Thomas heard the people scream, yell, fight... What ever they were doing, it was no good, for no one. He let his head being caressed by Lizzy, and holding her hand gave him a slight better feeling, even if he knew that he would never see the love of his life, ever again.

Harriet was beside Lizzy, stroking her back every now and then. She knew, she was the only one who believed in Newt. Not even the prince himself believed in him surviving, but Harriet did. She knew exactly what a fighter he was, even though it did not seem like he was.

"I love him," Thomas whispered quietly.

He loved Newt. He regreted every empty moment he didn't say I love you. He regreted not telling him, but he was never able to do that now.

***

Newt was shielding Alex's back, helping him out in any way, while Alex was fighting against the Wicked knights. Conan was on his horse, shooting arrow and fighting with his small sword if the men would come too close.

Janson was partly helping Newt, smiling at him every time they'd make eye contact, Newt was confused. Why did he feel like he knew him?

But then, right as he thought every where was clear and they had won place of eight foot, he saw another man fighting Alex, then another, and another. He shielded the first knight from himself and Alex, fighting the other with his sword and Alex help with the small knife.

"Newt, be careful on the right!" he yelled.

Newt nodded, even though he could not see it. He looking at his right, when a knight was attacking him with an iron sword. Newt blocked him by himself, knitting his eyebrows. He was not going to give up so easily.

He fought his way back to Alex's back and shielded him, before attacking him again, stabbing into his chest. He killed a knight. He couldn't believe it. He killed, it was him and no one else, he killed an innocent man.

"Alex!" Conan yelled.

Just right then, he saw how Janson, Alex's mate, attacked Alex with his small pocket knife. It had hit him right in his chest where the iron was not. Janson had a smirk on his face when Alex fell to ground.

He yelled, and cursed under his breath, but Newt wouldn't kneel down. Newt remembered who Janson was, where he first had seen him. He was the masked man who gave him the wine.

He did not want to know any further, he swung his sword left to Janson, who blocked him with his own. By the time Conan was on the ground beside Alex, while Newt still fought to kill.

Alex protected him with his life, and Janson was going to die. He would not give up, he would fight for Alex. He never felt such anger for someone he did not even know why he was doing it. He gritted his teeth and with a tear slipping from his cheek, he tackled Janson to ground. He didn't hesitate to step his feet on Janson throat.

"Why?" he asked.

"You disgust me, you both," he gasped, grabbing Newt's boot.

"Who are you?!" he yelled.

"The Wicked bishop, knew you would never get me."

Newt spit on his face. He took his grip on his sword back and lifted it to Jason's chest. At this point, he was not even fighting, he knew that he had lost his game. Newt stabbed him in the heart, blood covering his grey immediately.

When he looked around, he saw nothing. He saw everything he had to do, he had done. Dead bodies were laying on the ground. Every single one of them were dead. Newt let his tears finally fall down. He had survived.

When he heard slight sobs from behind, he turned around immediately. The sight of Conan kneeled beside his brother's body, their head pressed against each other and their tears mixing together made his breath hitch, and a cough escape his throat.

"You will take good care of Miles?" Alex asked.

"I promise," Conan replied.

Newt did not know who they were talking about, but what ever it was, he did not speak a word. He could not. He had killed three knights in these thirteen minutes, and he killed a piece of his.

"I love you, brother," the curly haired man whispered.

Just as Alex's vision cleared, he took one last glance at Newt, then back to his brother. His last breath left his body and his eyes twitched straight to the blue sky. Conan screamed, Newt had to hold his ears shut.

Newt could never imagine his sibling dying, he did not want to. But facing a situation like this in war made him realize how lucky he was. He could only watch as Conan placed a kiss on his brother's forehead and then turn his head to Newt.

"It is us two now," he said.

He stood up and walked toward the blonde. Newt was surprised when he hugged him, crying on his iron armored shoulder. Newt hugged him back, letting his eyes glance at Alex's dead body one last time.

"It is us two now," Newt repeated after him.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥,

𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬.

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲/𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

1800 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

~𝕂