“Ran, there is only one way to save her if she means that much to you” I knew that voice to be Lord Thayne’s. “It will be up to you and her alone” he said before his voice had disappeared.
I looked at Ran and he was looking at the sunset intently. He looked down at me momentarily and I knew what he was thinking. Could I possibly even beginning to be like that and I thought that wasn’t what he wanted me to be.
“You said you would never” I said tear streaming down my face, replacing the ones that were dry. “Listen to me” he said coming to kneel beside my body touching my lips softly with his finger. “I love you, your dying I would give anything to keep you here with me but I want you to be free of this pain” he said softly brushing the tears off of my cheeks, another lost cause. “Will you…will you live with me forever” he asked tears rising into his beautiful eyes. “Forever” I said softly and he continued to rub my cheek stopping the trail of tears.
“I love you, I truly do and I never want to hurt you” he said softly tears now streaming down his face. “I need you here with me so much now and I never meant to be so distance from you. We were suppose to have a family together and own a house. That is a false illusion now since we are sleeping in a tent. I meant to take care of you not leave you too die. I have failed as a boyfriend and as your protector. Now I am loosing the one I love” he said softly and my vision became blurry.
Hot red liquid poured down my chin with much more strength and thickness then before. I looked at the sun through my blurred vision and it was just now going down. I had 1 more hour to go before the moon would rise high enough and ready for the ceremony. I didn’t need to have a coughing fit for the blood to flow, it flowed on it’s own accord.
The only thing holding the darkness of death back was me. I Sky, was fighting against death itself. A loosing battle of course but was it truly my time to go.
Slowly it seemed my fight was slipping away from me and my strength was failing me again. Ran sat beside me hugging his knee as quiet as possible, barely breathing. Blood was staining the grass near me. My white shirt was soaked with blood and I couldn’t move at all. My eyes fluttered open and close, softly and painfully. I wanted to cry out but I could barely open my lips, afraid I would allow more blood to flow out.
The moon seemed to be taking it good old time rising and then sun was refusing to sink any lower then minutes ago. Slowly Ran vanished from my view and all I could see was light around me, nothing more. Night was coming and my strength was leaving.
When I opened my eyes again Ran was standing over me and he picked up my limp body. My legs were dangling loosely as if broken but I couldn’t tell nor feel. My head laid against his body and blood soaked a spot on his shirt as well. I wanted to say sorry but I was afraid still to talk. He was walking, the surrounding around us moving but what time of night it was, or where the moon was I was unsure. My visions was in and out, constantly.
Suddenly Ran stepped out into a field I could see or thought I saw. He lowered me down into the very middle and then he lit what looked like a few candles placing them all around me. How they remained up I had no clue the wind felt so strong and my body was so cold. I could feel the grass beneath me but really truly what it felt like I had forgotten.
I saw Ran kneeling on my left looking down at my with dead set determination I had never seen in him before. He was no longer crying but he looked as if he was in pain. He moved my arms for me and placed my hands clasped together on my chest. Was this my funeral?
Suddenly out of no where Ran raises a knife high up above me, clasping it so rough I can see the whites of his knuckles. It’s glistening whitely and I can see a design on the handle. A dark jewel which I think looks blue. Suddenly I can see the reflection of the moon the knife. The beautiful full moon, shining white and oh so strong.
I watched as Ran slammed the sword down and then felt the impact as it slammed into my chest. Tears flowed down his face but my body did not move. My hands did not move, nothing seemed to move but the blood did. It flowed freely and quickly.
Was it me or where the candles turning red?