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Victory Will Come

I kneeled on the cold damp floor of a tunnel, holding my best friend in my lap. Her silky hands were clutching her bleeding side. My shaky hand cradled her head as she stared back at me. Her beautiful purple eyes looked frightened to death. I started feeding her some magical medicine to help stop the bleeding and pain.

"Just hang in there," I whispered. I could hear my best friend's heavy breathing as blood spread on her clothes like wildfire. She attempted to speak, but it transformed into cries. Tears streamed down her face as I cradled her in my lap. The rusty-colored blood started trickling from her side, dropping on the grey floor.

Plop.

Plop.

The drips of blood echoed in the small tunnel. I gazed back at my best friend's eyes. They were so pretty. Too beautiful. I saw her gripping her bleeding side more, wishing to stop the blood.

"Hang in there, my Queen," I repeated, stroking her hair away from her face. "Hang in there. You must. Victory will come."

Her face showed a decrease in agony and suffering.

"The medicine must be working," I whispered, smiling. She nodded quickly, releasing her hands from her side. Her tears stopped. I heard steps walking closer to us.

"Help is coming!" I exclaimed, surprised. My best friend looked back at me with hope.

Clack.

"My Queen ..." I whispered, staring at her eyes. "I'm so sorry, but I must win this battle." In a swift motion, I pulled out my knife from my pocket and plummeted it into her chest, her beautiful eyes frozen open. I kissed her head.

The victory was ours.