Well Monk. Here is my story. Hopefully it's gonna be the winner.

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"Uhhh"

The warrior opens his eyes. Dust and blowing winds irritate his eyes. He got on his feet and looked with horror at what happened. He whispered: “My friends are gone. I am lonely against our enemies”. His whispers echoed across the whole landscape, after being absorbed by the now calm wind, brushing the leaves of the willows near him. Crystal tears drop from his eyes, staring empty at the blue sky, waiting for something that would never come, his lost friends.

He looked at the sky, which was now turning black, as night approached fast. Yet, he could see the moon, but no light came. Dusk covered the whole field, surrounded by hills and dense forests. Sadness filled his whole body, completely covering his soul. He kneeled and without knowing it, he whispered to his sword, requesting the power and courage needed to move on, to revenge his lost comrades. A warm feeling suddenly gripped his whole body, his sword turning to crystal, revealing the old viking runes stained by blood and destroyed by clashes with other swords, revealing the name “Halvdan”, the Viking God of Power and Nobility. Instead of seeing his scarred face, he could now see all of his lost comrades. Slowly, their figures disappeared and he could now see his face, but no longer scarred and ugly, but a new and wonderful face. His powers came back, and now a small and dim figure appeared on the ground. Simultaneously, other 9 have appeared. White tombs, with the engraved names of his fallen comrades.

The warrior smiled and said: “Farewell. I shall never see you again, my friends. But I promise you, I shall revenge your death!”
He put his sword back in her cover, and started walking towards the horizon.

The Warrior and his Fallen Friends
By Edyzmedieval

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Hope you like it. I've inspired myself from a historical fact.

The death of the last emperor of the Byzantines. He was alone, surrounded by Turks, and he had to fight alone. He killed many of them BTW. By the time help came, it was too late. He died.