Bright red trashby
momentaryaweComment by K3Master: The Red Knight had time. Time to think, to reflect, to wonder what had gone wrong. As the sun dropped on the horizon, he let his mind wander through his past, his life. The good and the bad. The joys and the sorrows.
He'd led a decent life. From a young age he'd always been a little better than his peers, but had maintained a modesty that enamored him to those around him. He was strong, fought well, risen through the ranks of the knighthood quickly. Yet he was also good, and kind, and never had an evil thought for anyone.
Even now, buried to his chin on this gods-forsaken beach, he could not muster up an evil thought. Instead, he only had pity for those that put him here, wondering what hardships in life they had to endure to turn them to such actions and evil deeds.
As the sun finally set, and in the days to come, as he roasted alive inside his helmet, and even as his mind failed him and took him to a world of fantasy, he fell to no thoughts of revenge. Instead, he passed on to the next life thinking only of how he could have helped those that had wronged him, and when his body was found some time later, he still had a smile on his face.
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