Nights Fall on Two Knights

As they went in opposite directions, more than the day had come to an end of a date. It was also the end of an era. It had been years since they had first met, and in that time grew together to be less of two people and more of a single unified entity. Their lives evolve in a spiral, weaving around each other, a tapestry of love and caring. This was what everyone expected, it was what they all saw. But roots un-watered, lead to the greenest of leaves falling brown and dead. So is it that the foundation which these two had set forth had been forgotten, the bond which bound them together misplaced. This was the fatal move, as it would lead to this exact moment in time. To the two which had lasted through so much, finally parting like a final page turned in a chapter. A chapter which had come to a close, unlikely to once more be picked up and re-read. The beauty and memory of what occurred within those pages would aid both of our protagonists in their own stories moving forward, perhaps upon meeting once more, their story shall once more blossom. But at this parting it was the very opposite. This was a break of love, a break of unspoken promises, and the end to the light in both lives. Both having to search through themselves and return that which was given in love as a reminder of the other in the hope that with the lack of reminders, the growth of each may once more commence.

Many look in on these two, feeling that one is in the right and the other in the wrong. Sides will be drawn and those who surrounded them will fall on the playing field as they see fit. But for this battle, these two riders who had entered the fray together both had newer adventures in mind to be followed. No matter how deeply and truly they wished for the partner to choose to journey with them, to face down the next army or challenge, their paths had come to diverge. Each having to come to the knowledge that separation would be the only way to continue. Both agreeing that in their time apart they would remain in contact by messenger, raven, or in spirit. Neither truly ready to find a new passenger to join them. Both return to their kingdoms to heal and prepare once more to enter the battles which lay ahead.

One a knight of time, who looks for the next challenge to be faced and ran into. Prepared to face down any oncoming force with a strategy and plan. Expertly laid out and set in stone. A battle plan for a forward assault on the next challenge or barrier to face.

The other knight, one of passive acceptance. Who is ready to face down whatever it may be that comes for it. Each battle one which is not planned or prepared for. A defensive position was their preferred technique, where an assault was not an option and those who wished to bring challenges must come to them.

Both honorable and strong in their own style, both complementing the other’s style and able to conquer every conflict which had come before now wandered apart in search of their own next battle. No longer by each other's side.

For both this would mean that all wounds and slashes would be deeper and would need to be handled alone. No longer able to have their partner there to support them in the heat of a battle. Both standing alone on a field. One ready to charge with sword draw, the other ready to halt and wait with drawn shield.

Love may be a battlefield, but it is about the knights and fighters who dare to take damage who are the ones to be remembered.