First and last warriors
The tenth day of the battle of Kurukshetra. Darkness has long since fallen. On the battlefield, there are two warriors still, next to each other. One is a Pandav, the first one; the other is a Kaurav, the last one. They are silent, each fighting himself, both painfully aware it is a losing battle.
“Stop this war,” Bheeshma puts all his might into the words. They come out as a croak. He is as comfortable as a man impaled on a hundred arrows can expect to be. But every now and then, a pain much more discomforting sears through him and makes the arrows seem like bliss.