More than Meets the Eye
The brethren of the Teutonic order had fought for days on end, mercilessly slaughtering the natives in God's name. Each battle was bloodier than the last, their white colours stained with blood, sweat and dirt. And it was with that, that the conquest was nearing it's end. But inside a battle, there are many stories.
Ludwig von Wolfenstein was a long serving Knight of the Order. Captain of his unit, he was a gallant Crusader, chivalrous to his brethren, but mercilless to his enemies. On this, the final battle, he had fell at least eight of the heretic scum. Then, he felt a touch to his leg. Always alert and with lightning reflexes, he turned with his sword ready to parry his foe's attack. He looked down the ground.
"Maxmillion! What are you doing down there!", cried Ludwig.
"I am dying my old friend", responded the Knight's squire, clutching at his leg, his hand moving ever upwards.
"What.. what are you doing..."
"If these are to be my last hours, then I wish to at least die knowing I could say one thing.". The man reached upwards, closer and closer to where no Crusader would want to be touched by his fellow man.
"Er... Maxmillion... why are you doing this..."
"I love you Ludwig!!! Please, make my last few minutes on earth the happinest of my life!"
"HERETIC SCUM! PREPARE TO BE SENT TO HELL!!!"
"Err... what are you doing... err... NO NO I WAS JUST JOKING!"
"Only God knows if you were joking or not, and he shall pass judgement on you soon enough!"
As Maxmillion threw his bloodied and beaten arm infront of his face, Ludwig rose his sword and began the swing to end his friend's life. As the scream from his friend rose above the sounds of the battle, his sword was well and truly buried in his corpse. Ludwig had absolutely no defence against the Pagan berserker behind him, screaming the battle cry... "I LIKE CAKE!".
These stories happen on every single battle, and all are forgotten in the annals of history. So next time you read up on the Teutonic Knights, remember the soldier of melancholy known only as Maxmillion. Remember him as the man, who only ever wanted to be loved.