In the heat of battle, in the throws of insanity a man finds himself against all odds. How did he ever find himself this way. The battle was to be won and yet he stood with sword in hand and the blade a crimson slick of blood. Fearing the truth he looked up and fearful eyes confirmed the truth. A gasp of horror, as the love of his life was run through by his hand.
"Devon."
Even now she found the strength to smile though blood now came from her mouth.
"I, i...thought..." he said
He tried pulling the sword from her body but she grabbed his wrist stopping him.
"I prayed that i could see you one last time before i would die."
"No, no...no not like this."
She fell against him, it was already to late for her in his arms she summond the last of her strength and took her final breaths into his ear.
"Remember Ryan, remember me as i was then and not the person i am now."
 KittyKattRP · Tue Jun 29, 2010 @ 09:07pm · 1 Comments |
