TW: Pure angst because wtf not? (Character death)

Yes I got this from the short Thomas just posted, inspiration is weird isn't it?

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I should have looked up more

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Roman was proud, no one could deny that, not even him.

Sure he had his insecurities but he held his head high, he could battle those demons on his own, they were a challenge but he would overcome, he was sure of it. He was a Royal, after all.

Being the Prince, of course, meant that he had duties, the most obvious was protecting his kingdom. Whether from Fire Breathing Dragons, Witches and Dragon Witches even! Or from the Orcs, Mal-fae and the occasional dangerous intrusive thought that would somehow gain a shadow-like form and become sentient. All of this and plenty more he would face fearlessly and defeat if they dared threaten his lands.

And He did.

True to the very word like an oath, he did, but that was the last thing that he ever did.

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"My lord!" shouted a guard as he burst into the Royal chambers.

The noise startled the Prince out of his slumber and he shot up into a sitting position.

"What-"

"My Lord, you need to wake we are being attacked!-"

The Guard didn't even need to finish, the loud and mighty roar of a Dragon breached his ears, along with the laughter of Witches and the battle-cries of the Orcs. With Wide eyes Roman faced the Guard and whispered four words of dread.

"They've made an alliance"

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The Prince grit his teeth when the Guard nodded fearfully.

"Send Word, get every able warrior out on the battle field and make sure that all civilians are evacuated, this will be the most difficult fight of our lives"

The Guard bowed, his send-off was quick, he had to be, lives were on the line.

As soon as the Guard left Roman snapped his fingers, in an instant he was dressed for battle and with a sword in hand.

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The battle was indeed fierce and Roman found himself spinning in a sea of different enemies. At one point he was crossing his sword with the sharp claws of a Dragon. At another he was dodging rays and blasts of magic from the witches and then he was battling an Orc.

Things went South real quick.

Though his archers managed to take down the Dragon, his men's numbers were dwindling. The few remaining archers where attempting to take down the witches while the swordsmen charged the Orcs. Taking a risk he ran into the hoard of Orcs nearest to him, banking on their surprise Roman manages to kill a solid half of them before having to fight the other half. He slashed, blocked, feinted and dodged until he succeeded in felling the group he had jumped in. With that he ran to join the now very few archers that where killing the witches.

When the last Witch had fallen, and he was down to three archers, the Prince wasted no time in going after the Orcs. His sword clashed with their clubs, axes and even swords. One by one he and his remaining men dwindled their numbers.

And as he took on the leader of the Orcs, Roman knew he was destined to win.

But Destiny had a sick sense of humour.

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Panting Roman swayed on his feet.

He did it, he defended his kingdom, like the countless times before...except this time was different.

His guards where currently aiding their injured comrades or getting rid of the dead bodies scattered around on the battle field. A thought occurred to him, as the blood trickled down his side, that he should seek medical aid, but he knew, the adrenaline would wear away soon and so would the rest of him.

He had fought the leader of the Orcs and he would have won cleanly if it weren't for that one Orc, whom he could swear was dead. It managed to somehow come back to life behind him, long enough to pick up a sword and stab the Prince with its final breath. This act stopped the Orc leader from getting stabbed in its heart via the Princey's sword, that is, as Roman was the one who got stabbed. The white hot pain coursing through him was enough to blind the Royal for a second but years of training and pure self-preservation, geared him to tuck and roll, just in time to avoid another stabbing. Using the adrenalin Roman jumped up from the roll and dashed forward, a move that greatly surprised his opponent. Taking advantage of that surprise the Prince swung his arm...and beheaded the Orc leader.

The battle was over now, though no shouts of victory erupted from his men, there were less than half of them left.

Dragging his body in a numb yet brisk walk, the Prince moved away from his guards and headed towards the Gardens. It was the closest thing beside him and a very peaceful place. He had always liked visiting it, the singular Oak Tree that stood tall in the center of it that is, it was a perfect spot to think, quiet and peaceful. Unfortunately, he didn't quite make it under the tree, he was just inches shy of reaching it actually.

Another sharp stabbing pain erupted from his wounds and the Royal felt like all his energy was taken from him. His legs wobbled and he moved until they buckled and soon he found himself lying prone on his back in a red puddle, surrounded by a copious amount of his own blood. The Battle was won but at what cost?

Resigning to his fate, Roman looked up... and gasped. Bright brown eyes widening for but a moment.

"The stars are so beautiful", he whispered, that was all he could manage to do any way and even then a thick trickle of blood bubbled up and coated his already red lips. What was left of his voice grew solemn, "I should have looked up more"

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He was always told he had the stars in his eyes but now, as he was, stuck starring up at the twinkling lights, a small shaky breath signaled the dimming of his own.

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AN:// it's 2:52am, my back's killing me, insomnia is a dick and I want to cry. On the bright-side though, I wrote something.  This one-shot is 1,137 words long and 937 words have been typed tonight for the new Innerworks chapter. I'm slowly but surely getting there you guys. I still don't have a Phone so typing on my computer is what i'm doing but god it kills, my back. 

The Updates and ficlets will be slow so just bear with me guys. Also someone yell at my insomia, please? Iv'e got class in the morning, halp.