Captured and surrounded the youngest warrior was not killed even tho the god of death had her life in his bony hands the warrior spirit must be broken first, they tortured her with brutal method, method no one should endure...

Her cries stop the retreat, of the whole army, their hearts aches and their breathes halt for a sec, as the leader, their queen walks forward with tears in her eyes and place her sword down in front of the enemy. They attack the army moves to fight and the enemy just stops and retreats with victory on their tongues and blood on their hands.

The army moves to the warrior queen as she moves to the injured warrior...

Her daughter....

Laying bloody and rasping breathes

She fights to stand, but with no avail

The army sees that life is leaving her eyes and steps back to give not the queen and a princess there privacy but a weeping mother and a dying daughter to say last word.

In the great land of Cannae a king was being laid to rest while fate was having with mans life.

A voice boomed across the Heaven,

"Sleep well my king"thunder rumbles across as a giant on rampage, the sky while the sky darkens "your people loves you"with tears in the eyes of the nation and magic flowed quietly "your people thank you" the sky darkens and lighting crackles as the last words were brought to life "And you are missed!!"magic flowed faster as the words left the aides lips and the king's voice was heardnot by tge ears of mens but tge essence it was heard by every mountain, every tree, every river, every animate,every inanimate every speck across the lands knew Henry as a king, a friend, a lover ,a master, a warrior, a keeper of many hearts, left to the water of reincarnation.

He shall be missed a generation hero heading to the beyond.