Send me words and I will write a Drabble based on them.
The Calamity raged overhead, chaos, death, it surrounded them like a fog, and Malik didn't know if they would escape, with Guardians between them and the path to freedom, a small raft big enough to carry their group to safety but with children among their number, they would never make the mad dash. Not with stalkers searching for them where they hid.
He squared his jaw and glancing to his Sheikah Clansmate nearest him he handed over the little girl that had clutched to him like a lifeline. " Keep this ΜΙΚΡΟΣ (little one) safe."
“Malik, what are you doing?"
He looked at them before pulling his hood over his head, picking up his bow, " When I draw them away, run. Get far from here." he murmured softly as he looks over his remaining arrows, he only has three. He will have to make them count, he cannot afford to screw up.
" Do you really intend to Sacrifice yourself!?"
He took a deep breath and turned to look at the one who had spoken, " Its either one of us or all, and I for one rather it be just me." he told the woman before glancing back around the corner, "Remember when they leave, run." he hissed and with no goodbyes, they were too hard anyway, he ran, firing off one arrow, straight into a guardian, he didn't aim for the eye, he wasn't aiming to stun, he wanted them to follow, distracted enough to go after him. Leaving the others to escape.
He dodges the first canon beam, ducks under a second as it sends rubble crashing down, stones dislodged from their resting places upon the wall above him.
He rolls out of the way and takes off at a dead run, another arrow piercing the eye of a Guardian that tried to cut off his escape, the rest following close, he knows he cannot outrun them for long, but that isn't his goal, another corner, and he's comes upon a dead end, a portion of the wall has collapsed, blocking his escape, his good ear twitches and he turns hearing them closing in on him. Above him, a flying sentry, his last arrow makes short work of it, and it explodes into scattered parts before hitting the ground with a crashing finality.
The sheikah turns and as the first Guardian makes appears at the entrance to the dead end he tossed his bow to the side and unsheathes his short swords, they gleam in the light and he steels himself, he knows he will not live past this day, but by the Goddess he will die on his feet, not on his knees.
Holding his swords out he begins to walk forward, aware now that there are several sights, red points of light centered on his chest. And he begins to speak, his Devotion clear in the words he speaks, and the strength of his conviction echoing off the stone held in his voice. Even as the beeping of the Guardians becomes louder.
An old Sheikah Prayer, spoken by those who knew they went to their doom.
" As I walk into the Shadows of Chaos, I embrace the Light, I see the Smile of the Goddess, and lo there at her side, I see the line of my people back to the beginning, I am ready to take my place among them, for I fear no darkness, the light is with me. This my last breath, given unto her service, so that she might welcome me Home."
