Sprinting across the courtyard, dodging the restless reign of arrows,
I accumulate the foulest of mud on my boots.
I'm searching, but this beautiful place is foreign to me;
I see green and grey all around me, and above me.
Another day, another instance, I would cherish this.
I know not where I am or where I am going,
But I know who I am looking for.
I must find her;
I barrel on.
My legs betray me; I stagger, pulling shrapnel from my armour,
Slowing, and, perhaps, losing.
The castle is within my reach, so I grab for it.
I have the strength of a child, but the will of one, too.
The ascend is plodding, and grueling,
But there is nowhere else she may be;
This is our sole opportunity.
I am desperate,
And we have but limited time.
I climb higher,
Ignoring the pursuit, the fighting, the screaming,
Ignoring the physical pain;
There are worse trials than this.
As I climb those castle walls,
I see her.
She stares back at me.
Up in the highest room,
One vast, lone space,
She stands, wide-eyed,
And her eyes are heavy with unshed tears.
She is I,
And I know not how to help her.