Martyrdom
The Fallen Soldier
Pet Name: Martyrdom
Owner: Aludra
Theme / Type: Wintercursed Jinx
MisticPal Name: Odin
MisticPal Age: 4354 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 22 / 22
Strength: 20
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 15
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'til the wars won.
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Dear Marty,
I don't know how to properly explain myself, so I'll start with the good news. The baby is doing fine, I'm still getting used to waking up at odd hours of the night, but we were warned about that before. However.. I've been meaning to tell you that it's been tough on me for the last few weeks. Being a new mother by yourself is no easy task.. Your friend Dave offered to help me out as much as he could, and well.. we discovered we had a great connection, and decided it'd be in the baby's best interest to have a father there to support him. I don't know when you'll be back home, but don't let yourself worry about your son, he's in good hands.
They said if you love something enough, you can let it go. Then why did it hurt more than any physical pain? Martyr held the crumpled letter inbetween his fingers, torn as to what he was supposed to be feeling. Hurt for being betrayed, or thankful that someone else was helping to take care of his child? He heaved out a sigh and shook his head, getting a pat on the back from another fellow soldier whom happened to be reading over his shoulder. "Sorry man, another who couldn't wait for us to come home." The words were sympathetic, and true. Others in his division had lost their women, while most still stayed true. Maybe he was just being gullible and trying not to believe the underlying message from the letter, the simplicity of 'I've left you for another man', and maybe he just had bad luck.
Unfortunately for him, she was who he was fighting for, what kept him going. He wanted to keep her safe, make sure her and his son would have a promising world to live in. But with her being lost to another that could give personal protection, the betrayal of his best friend.. What did he have to go back home to? At least he still had his beliefs, a country worth fighting for, and teammates to protect. For now he was best off getting some rest.. maybe sleeping off this bad mood would aid him in the next day's infiltration of the enemy's barrack's.
Before he even knew what hit him, their camp had been ambushed in the middle of the night, chaos unleashing as the group scrambled for some sort of organization. They had been trained for this, but with such a small group, they were overwhelmed by sheer numbers. The leaders called out orders to no avail, their troops had been injured, some killed, and those left were taken hostage into the very barracks they were ordered to siege, Martyr being one of those captured. Their lives lay in the hands of any that had fled or lived to get the word out for their rescue.
Even if the captured group tried to escape the barracks, all positions were heavily guarded, one of their members having snuck out only to be returned with a bullet pierced through his flesh, limp and lifeless and being given as an example to what would happen to the rest of them. They were captured to have information forced out of them, their other troops' wherabouts, plans, tactics, anything. Stubborn as mules they refused to speak, but the enemies needed them alive for the information.
Rations were all they had for their grueling stay. Just enough rations to barely keep them alive, but still no one cracked. They still had hope that their teammates would return, one clutching a picture of the family he had left behind, clinging it to it as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. One more night of this starvation and some of them might not make it... Some of them that still had hope, that still had something to live for. With the only act of heroism he could think of at the time, Martyr added his rations to everyone elses, stating he already finished his so they wouldn't worry.
That night drew on, and as if a repetition of the night they were captured was repeated, a wave of their own troops took over the base as first intended, with many more in tow to help. The captured were found through the chaos, rejoycing and waking their fellow soldiers from their sleep, letting them know they had been saved, thankful to have lived to that last day with those extra rations. Everyone had made it through the night, save for one, who had given his life to save others, a smile on his face as he lie there. Martyr never stirred from that neverending slumber.
Branded to Aludra
If love is what you need,
Revelry
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