“I hear them coming,” I said. looming within a window of my castle, watching the other side’s army flow effortlessly over the field towards his castle. “Prepare our soldiers for the war. They come quickly and with such rage. I can feel the warmth from their boiling blood now.” I said to Lady Macbeth, who rushed off to send out their army as I rambled on. My soldiers flooded the area, soon heading into battle in front of me. Fear filled my system, though I stood frozen like a rock. Lady Macbeth stood next to me after the army was sent out. “Be brave, my Lord. Our future depends on it. Be prepared to fight once more if you can handle the force.” Lady Macbeth stood bold and cold-faced. No emotion left her voice as she talked. “I will try, my lady. …show more content…
The “Nonsense” is a snare! We have the strongest army of them all. We outnumber them completely. How could you speak of such misfortune?” Lady Macbeth looked at me with malice in her eyes. I shrunk, offering better words. “Ay, you’re right,” he said. Let us hope for the best outcome.” I held my head down as he spoke, avoiding eye contact. The “Hope” is the “Hope”! No, let us know that we will be triumphant.” Her expression returned to that of blankness once more as she looked away from me. We both watched as the battle went on. Eventually, the clashing, screaming, and sounds of war died down. At once, they won the war. “THE KING HAVE BEEN SLAIN!” exclaimed one soldier. “MACDUFF IS DEAD!” I could hear his call from across the field. While excitement filled my heart, my mind and skin ran cold. Yes, we won, but at what cost? “You were right.” I spoke sullenly to Lady Macbeth. “Though, I somewhat wish we hadn’t. The sight of all those bodies is making me ill. Why have we done this? Just to suffer through the rest of my reign as king? Oh, I think I am going to be sick.” At these words I collapsed to the floor, gagging and retching, finally expelling a red