There he stood, unabashed.

Maroon streams raced hastily between the cobblestones of a forlorn street, silenced only by a profound downpour of heavy rain. Remnants of those weaker than him littered the distance, a grave place of graves.

"You remember the lights? Star-struck Peak, I swear man, they're still there!"

Friendly, ancient voices meant nothing now. Peace, light, both were out of reach this somber evening. What he wanted was closure, not for his sake, but for the memories of noble, young fools.

"How could you?"

And her, of course.

"Come on ______, the ship's here! I can't really say we won't see our parents again; but hey, do you really want to be stuck on this island forever? Just think about the lights, man."

The words of dead friends echo with too much volume. It's not fair.

More soldiers appeared. Gazing towards a mountain piercing all known heavens, he took flight. Audacious, eager bodies crumbled in defeat as relentless force and cold rain swept through them.

Frenzied boots sprinted through blood and time. The summit welcomed him with arctic, ruthless winds of tortuous ice. A cloaked, muscled figure stood at the precipice of the cliff, facing the slumbering horizon.

"I'm sorry. I had forgotten to kill you before."

A colossal mace and chain whirled in sync with the cruel, roaring air of the summit. The mountain violently trembled as he barely evaded powerful, rapid blows seeking his extinction.

"Looks like I'm fucking dying now..hey, could you find the lights for me? I'll be waiting. Thanks, ____."

"How could you?"

Incessantly moving for dear life. Waiting for an opportunity.

"You, rest now with your friends."

A massive swing soared across the sky. Slamming down to the snow, he numbly noticed his now ruined, hopelessly mangled arm. Lunging, he slashed through flesh and cloak and the bastard's rib cage.

"Hmm..funny. The lights, are in my pocket. I'm glad for you."

I'm sorry, master.

He picked up the the small crystal. Soon, everything turned pearly white.

"How could you? I still love you."

"I-I love you, too. Please don't cry, you're prettier when you smile."

He woke up.

Interesting, a bit too flowery at parts and it detracts from what you're trying to say.
But all over it's good.

Are you going to do more with it?

Nope, I appreciate the feedback doe