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Remaining on his spot, Xander walked on the battleground, on the plains. His clothes colored red, the blood of all he met their end by his sword. The smile on his face slowly faded, as the moment had faded. The battle had ended to soon, he expected an second wave. Then he would draw his sword and feel that moment again. His eyes scanned the horizon, but there was no sign of anything.

"Not again." Rico sighed. Xander wasn't always like this. Before he liked to fight to blow of some steam and because it was one of the things he was good at. But, at some point in the war against Keros, he changed. It was a mysterie for even Rico to find out what exactly, but he had a few ideas.

Vivian's complexion had grown paler than it already was, her pulse growing weaker and weaker. By the time he had gotten her to the hospital and the nurses and doctors were dashing around to tend to her, her breathing was barely noticeable. The doctors looked up worriedly at each other, closing the curtains around the bed, needing to make sure they had examined the wound right, possibly doing surgery if they were right.

One nurse came out to him after the curtains had shut, a mask over the lower half of her face. "Prince Hector, why don't you sit down and rest, let someone tend to your wound. We're doing all we can to save her, I'll come to you again if her condition changes." She suggested, her eyes showing that she felt his pain and sympathized, glancing back to the curtained bed.

The nurse bowed to him, returning to help the doctors.

An hour passed by before the doctors stepped out from behind the curtain, all of them looking tired and just...worn. One of them went over to Hector. "Prince Hector, Princess Vivian's vitals have become stable, but they are very weak. If you had brought her any later, she would have lost too much blood. But even with that..." He looked over at her bed, a nurse pulling the curtain back. "She isn't doing well, she's lucky that sword missed her organs. Still, she may be dying...It's hard to tell. She is on that thin line where depending on which way she decides to go will either lead to Life, or Death. I know you must want to talk to her, if anything," The doctor had moved aside, glancing to the princess again. "Hearing your voice could tip the balance in favor of life inside her. Even if she is unconcious."

((I don't know if it makes things easier, but I though to give Xander a blue color and Rico a dark blue color...))

Suddenly Xander smacked his fist against his face. The punch was hard enough, that his forehead was bleeding a little.
Turning around, he walked towards the castle and the others. The expression on his face looked relieved.
I guess he came to his senses... Was Rico thinking as he saw Xander punch himself, looking around it seemed no one else saw it.
"As you can judge from our supreme fighting, we held our line." Xander pointed to the wall where Akori, Amy and he fought, ""However, I saw what happened to Princess Vivian." Noticing everyone had left the battlefield and was inside, he remembered hearing some screams on the background during the fight, "Hey, Rico, are there any more cassualties? Because I heard screams while fighting."
Taking a deep beath in and calmy breathing out, Rico was about to say something he hoped never to say, "Queen Amaya had to leave the battle as she was to injured to fight. Prince Roran also was injured, but was still capable to fight. Prince Hector also was injured, but could still fight. You know of the conditions of Prince Akori, Princess Amy-Lee and Princess Vivian."
And now came the hard part, to tell Xander his father and the King of Syra died. Hesitating, Rico knew Xander would find out anyway.
"You father, the King of Syra, died in the battle. A lethal injury in his chest, close to his heart, if not in his heart... I am sorry..." Now he feared how he would react to the death of his father.

((oh yea, I've been meaning to say this, I also think you should make a comic, so make it 6))

Amy got pulled into the hospital, "hey, Akori," she whined, "I only have a scratch, it's nothing serious, please don't make me go in there, you know I hate it" she whined more, being inside now. She growled, "you're really an..." she stopped, seeing Vivian and Amaya lying there, she gasped, her eyes wide, looking to the nurses, "are they....gonna be ok?" she asked quietly. The nurse sighed, "Queen Amaya will be fine, Princess Vivian is yet to be told, time will tell" the nurse said, to which Amy inhaled deeply, sitting down and letting her head sink into her hands. "I knew I heard screams during the battle" she whispered, "I should've run there to help them" she said, shaking her head slightly.

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||Eeek. I didn`t post, sorry. sweatdrop ||

Erika had missed the battle, and was now in the hospital, helping the injured. When Erika was younger, sh helped doctors and nurses, and she was considered great help.

The princess hurried around the rooms, with injured fighters and such. Going out of one room, she looked up from her dress, she saw Xander, his clothes covered in blood. "Oh. . . what happened? "

Shaking his head, he moved from the chair to being on the bed in a sitting position, wiping the tears from her face. "No, no. Shh, no. It's not your fault. None of this was your fault. My father....was a b*****d, but I did love him. I've always known he'd want to die in battle. He didn't want to die from age or a sickness. I even think that, if he had to, he'd run into some bandit pit with a blunt sword and get himself killed, instead of just dying any other way. I'm glad he died in battle." Looking down at her, he gave her a weak smile. "Besides, now that I'm King, I can be sure to ensure that the peace stays. It's just another step towards lifelong peace that happened to come earlier than we would've hoped for. Since he died, though, it means you'll be Queen of Syra sooner, which isn't a bad thing." Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her forhead, pulling a few inches away only to place another peck on her lips.

Seeing the pain in her face, his mind quickly went trhough things he could do. Moving from the bed, he poked his head out into the hallway, speaking with a nurse. About a minute or so after, he came back in, a bag filled with ice in his hands. Plcing it on her wound, he tried to smile, but only the corners of his mouth rose. "Use the ice. It'll help the swelling and numb the wound with the cold temperature. It'll help." Sitting on the bed again, he just loomed over her, looking down at her face with pity, and sorrow.