Embracing Eternity
A story
Bowing his head, Sir Walker said a prayer for the upcoming battle like he had done countless times before. When he had finished, his mind began to wander. Battle after battle was fought again in his head. He could hear every sound and smell each odor as if it was happening at that very moment. Each one could have been his last, yet somehow he had survived. Every battle left a scar to remember it by. Some physical and some unseen. He could see fallen comrades from years past standing around him now. They seemed to be so young, while he was old by normal standards. The life of a knight had been hard on his body. His armor and sword felt heavier than usual.
In the distance, horns blew and sounded the approach of his foes. Hefting the blade so that it laid on his shoulder, Sir Walker stepped towards the front of his tent. For a lingering moment, he looked to the back of the tent; his fallen comrades saluted him with their ghostly weapons. Peace like he had never known washed over him. It was then that he knew he would fall this day. A gust of wind blew open the tent entrance and carried the apparitions away. With that fleeting vision, he strode out of the tent to face his death and embrace eternity.
