Day Two

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh stood up, brushing the dust off of his golden armor before walking towards the tree. His beautiful treasure sitting right there waiting for him. Gilgamesh sat on the fallen trunk, it’s splintered hide providing a very comfortable place. The sun rising, and Gilgamesh knew today would be a good day as the gleaming rays of sunshine hit. Ahh yes this would definitely be a good day. The King picked up his weapon and admired it, examining its features, it’s sharp blade, the barrel, the roughness of it’s beauty. He was glad he didn’t have to rely on that damn pony anymore. Gilgamesh looked up towards the orange sky, the sun giving through it’s beauty to his world. His memory faded back towards the raining morning, which seemed so long ago…

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Pain. Pain and sorrow is what Gilgamesh felt. Rain poured all around him and he was soaked with the feeling of grief. Gilgamesh was carrying the Knight, his friend, in his arms. The mud coming up to below his kneecaps and his heart on the ground as he desperately looked for something to come out and help him save Jon. The mud covering his golden armor and the rain made the tears that streamed down his face indiscernible. He heard faint groaning from Jon and he knew deep down he wasn’t going to make it. But that didn’t stop him. He felt the water get shallower and the hill steeper and the water becoming less all consuming. He felt his feet become dry once again and he laid Jon against the tree. Blood wouldn’t stop coming from out of the wound.

*Crunch*

The King’s heart dropped as he heard the twigs break underneath someones feet.

“Who is there? I shall let you know that sneaking up and murdering a King is a horrible idea! " A twinge of fear was in his voice, he was too vulnerable at this moment. Too fragile. Alone. A frown came out on his face and he adjusted his collar to try and make his heavy breathes more comfortable.

“King? King Gilgamesh.” A man stepped out of the shadows and “I hear you have an opening.”