The Death of a Wife

Chiron watched as the love of his life extended an arm, a faint warm glow emitted from her hand. Her last act of love washing over him, healing his wounds and restoring his energy. Behind him the sounds of battle raged between a god of destruction and one of the last two people who could stop him.   But right now, none of that mattered to him. All he could think about was the battered, bloodied, and lifeless body in front of him. All he wanted to do was scream, rage, cry, and end his life. It should have been me. Why did you take that blow? The rage that was building began making his hands clench uncontrollably. With out thought he grabbed his sword and roared to the heavens. Turning he saw the crumpled form of his friend fall to the ground. The death of his wife, friends, and failure to succeed now washing over him.