“NO!” she shrieked an ear-piercing shriek that echoed throughout the field. All around her, blood was being spilt as a war waged but all her attention was directed towards the limp figure lying on the ground. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she cradled the dead body of her lover. She kissed his forehead with cracked, dry lips and suddenly gave a gasp. A sword’s tip was poking out of her ribcage. She could feel the rusty metal in her body. She fell, positioning herself so she lay next to him. 

“I love you,” she whispered with her final breath as she held his hand.

As the sun began to sink, the two lovers lay dead side by side, victims of the treacherous war.