The Last Crusade

The Last Crusade was a great battle fought between the most experienced forces. The brave warriors traveled to hell and back to defeat anyone in their way. I was one of these combatants. We huddled around our fallen general in a last remembrance on him our weapons cast aside and the roll of thunder booming behind us. We had to be prepared as the enemy was coming forward fast. " Alright," I said, " we have to win this battle. This will put in the books of pirate lore and the halls of glory. Do not shoot until they look at you with the whites of their evil wretched ey-" I wasn't able to finish my short speech as a enemy was about to run me through. Looking at him I saw he was my own blood. The brother I had followed through the mists of battle and had never betrayed. " Why do you fight?" He asked looking me in the face as our swords clashed." You could have spared our family the shame of your defeat, of your failure, of your coward blood soaking the ground and my blade." " To end the evil and scum of the world as yourself." I replied thrusting at him. We remarked each others faults and battled until I had him on his knees his sword behind me. " Do it, kill me." said he. " You may be evil, but I will never kill my brother." " Then" "Don't" " You. " " No!" " Will" "I don't want to kill you!" "DIE!" He shouted using his voodoo to pull his sword at me. I jumped it as it entered his chest. He looked at me weakly and took two steps back walking over the edge of a rock cliff and falling into the deep black waters his blood staining the rock.