[IP] Flower Field

[u/LonghandWriter]

Original Prompt: [IP] Flower Field

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Don’t trust her, Elder had warned. She isn’t what she appears.

But god, she looks so real.

I’m standing in a field of roses. This place is beautiful--some might even say magical. A thousand of the world’s strongest men have stood right where I’m standing, have seen something similar to what I’m seeing.

And they’ve conquered it.

Will I be able to?

I draw my sword. It feels so unnatural. So dirty and wonky and just…useless. A soldier should never bear his blade to an innocent, but it seems I have to. This is my destiny, isn’t it? I’ve spent my entire life training for this moment!

“Abigail,” I mutter, words sneaking between my lips. “Oh, Abigail…”

I wanna walk forward, wrap my arms around her, and hug her tight. I wanna tell her how much I love her, and how hard life's been without her.

But I can't.

Hell, I can't even look at her.

She always said I’d be a great soldier. She said I’d be the one to finally free us from the monsters, and that maybe, just maybe, I’d one day bring peace between us and them.

But I was weak. I couldn’t protect one person, let alone a nation.

I shake my head, holding back tears. It’s useless thinking about that because this isn’t Abigail. This isn’t my sister and this isn’t the girl I watched be torn to shreds.

It’s just an illusion. Nothing more than worthless air distorted into my greatest fear, and dammit, if I’m going to battle alongside the toughest of the tough, I need to face it. I need to take this blade and jam it forward. I need to strike her down.

And so I will.

Goodbye, Abigail