Battlefield of Rose's
He stood before her. Battered and bloody, emanating the sorrow of his lost comrades. He looked upon her angelic face, so small so frail. Her skin dirtied with soot and dust. Her hair was pale, blowing softly in the aftermath of battle. Her small frame reached toward his dingy armor, complexity in her piercing eyes. She offers him a small token, for her life. A heart shaped locket. Her frail arm stretched out to him, the locket nestled in her palm. He hesitated at first, finally reaching out to accept her small token. A faint smile crossed her face as she began to collapse in the dust and dirt.
