[ WP ] The last soldier of a once great empire sits alone in a small room . There is a knock on the door . Two men in uniforms have come for him .

NB - My first attempt at any short story. Any and all criticism is welcomed providing its constructive! 
 
 
 No matter how ominous the sound of heavy footsteps on the cold stone floor outside were, they were always comfortingly muffled by the thick oak door that separated his room from the corridor outside. It was a door he had begun to know well; where its knots were and the names of those who had come before. He had noticed these on his first night in the cell, banging ceaselessly on the door. A hard-fisted knock that refused to be answered by God and gaolers alike. 
 
 This morning when he had awoken, he knew that this was the day his name would join the others on the wall. There was no reason for him to feel this way. There was no oracle this time, with the thick cloud of silence surrounding her; nor were the chaplains in the Legion shouting about death and glory. It was the sort of awareness that comes from within. The sort of awareness that comes with a sense of peace. 
 
 Footsteps stopped outside of the door. Jangling keys could be heard. Finally, the clunk of the lock as it slid into place. ‘ Finally come for me then, ’ he yelled as the door slowly began to open ‘ that or the rations matron has got a lot heavier handed! ’ The door finally opened the entire way, two men standing in its entrance, the gleaming powder blue trim on their cuirasses was almost blinding. ‘ The same colour as her eyes. ’ He realised. 
 
 ‘ Finally come for you, after all the others. ’ After all the others was right, he ’ d heard his legion being taken one by one in the weeks that preceded. His wife was taken months ago, to where he had no idea, he ’ d heard the stories but— ‘ On your feet Garrax, don ’ t make us drag you out of here. ’ 
 
 The words may have well have been 1000 leagues away. Garrax ’ s thoughts were squarely on his wife. Her familiar eyes, burning in front of him. He could feel her. She felt familiar. This was where the peacefulness came from, if he were to die, he would die with her in his thoughts. 
 
 Garrax finally rose slowly to his feet, he would put up no resistance. His mind was of his wife, she was his Empire and he was to become its shining champion.
