Lance stood at the ruins of the Steel Vigil. Today was a day he wished to pay respects to the fallen. To those lost in the attack that claimed the lives of many. By claws and dragon fire. A day he would never forget. He looked up at the shrouded weather of the day as he drew his sword. Looking to the blade as he closed his eyes and let the memories come back of that day here before it was nothing more then ruins.
He remembered the men he was working with. It had seemed like just another day. He had reported back to his commander on the latest movements he had seen while on patrol with an elder knight. He was still newer then most of the knights stationed here for Haillenarte but already accepted into their fold.
Then the attack came. Orders were shouted but things were in chaos soon after. Lance stuck close to his usual team for drills. Fighting back against the beasts that now rushed the halls looking to kill them all.
New orders were shouted. Orders from the commander himself as he went to face the dragons of Nidhogg’s brood that came to bear down upon them all. Smoke and fire choked the halls. Parts of walls were crumbling down around them.
Lance hated the idea of leaving the young lord behind as he commanded the retreat. But he knew orders were to be followed. His fellow knights seemed to be just as torn about the decision as well.
“You heard the commander! Retreat!” Lance barked out the order as he knelt down to help an injured teammate. He would not leave behind someone that could be saved. Another of his fellows took to the other side of the injured man. Together they helped him down the smokey hall towards the exit. The others of their group fending off anything that blocked their path.
Lance glanced back one last time in the direction they had left the young Haillenarte lord. He offered a prayer to Halone for him as he stepped out into the fresh air of Coerthas with the team. The Vigil was lost to them. The best they could do was work together to save those that could escape.
It was a memory Lance would never forget. One of teamwork and one of loss. That day forever etched into his mind. Lives had been saved but many had also been lost. Including the life of Lord Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte who had given his life to help others escape. It was through that sacrifice and the teamwork of his fellow knights that any had managed to escape to see another dawn.
(Thanks. @skysteelsun Sorry for the long wait. I know it’s sort of a mix of teamwork/loss but it was what came to mind. XD)
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