Smoother Transition: A Fictional Narrative

Sun masked the remains of Tenochtitlan, where men fought endlessly. *smoother transition*. I turned into an alleyway to escape the chaos, swiftly an Aztec turned to face me. With no time to waste, I raised my sword. At this moment something gave me comfort, the battle continued around me but composure had washed over me. *smoother transition* With all my strength I pulled the sword towards the figure. The weight of its metal frame drove it forward.

" Francisco?"

My arms attempted to twist sword from its path. The collision vibrated through the sword into my arm. My hands unclasped from the handle of the sword. The body crashed into the ground, its cold motionless face gazing at the battle just outside of the alley. I stared at it unable to tear my eyes away. Screams, metal, and emotions muffled into the sound of silence. The contorted body resembled my love, Itacate. But It couldn't be, it wasn't possible, I couldn't have killed her. It had probably been some other Aztec girl, right? After all her hair is different, right? And she wasn't that skinny, right? She wasn't that tall, right? But her face, and her lips, so familiar, they seemed to prove me wrong.

As I attempted to identify her body, a dog came into view. I could …show more content…
A wail escaped my throat, and view of her body had been blurred by my tears. My stomach twisted and my knees could no longer hold my weight, I collapsed to the ground next to her body. I watched the blood pooled on the ground drip through the stone cracks meeting the blood of other warriors. (*transition*) My hands gently curled around her body lifting her on my lap. (* transition*) I delicately stretched out my finger to close her eyes. My heart had been torn from my chest, and I couldn't go on. All this time I had kept my cherished imprint of her lips on my neck, dreaming of seeing a time I could see her again. My dreams had been placed in front of me, just for me to shatter