down through rocks in a current instead of blood, she studied her own distorted reflection when she heard
another sound. This time it was further but clear to her sensitive ears, not sure of what it was, she leaped and
again dashed heading to the source.
It had taken her longer to reach it and heart leaped as soon as she saw him. He was tall, muscular, with
an angelic face that she recognized very well. He was the boy from her dream , the one she had yearned for than
anything else. He was kneeling on one knee, examining tracks on the grass. His eyes suddenly snapped up
toward the tree she had been hiding behind from. In that moment he snatched an arrow from his quiver and
strung it in his bow, ready to launch it, her heart banging against her rib cage, wondering if he could hear her but
was relieved when a deer had grabbed his attention away and with unspeakable accuracy the arrow pierced its
eyes. The look of satisfaction decorated his face, his eyes glittering with pride. he was examining the prize when
she snapped a branch behind her, panic rose up , she glanced at him and saw with relief that he was gone,
leaving the deer. She was about to turn when a blade was thrust against her throat, hanging a few inches from
her collarbone.
It was him. His eyes raking her from her bare feet to her gleaming black hair, taking her in with
widening eyes. Slowly, lowering his blade, he took a step back, his eyes caught hers and that was when their
two worlds collided. Her captivation for the Mortal World was something of a great deal but it wasn't as great as
the feeling that grew for him, it was a peculiar, obscure feeling in which she couldn't identify. She was sure from
the precious moments she had spent with him, adventuring, that he was meant for her. When she saw him
through those eyes, she saw a soul that glowed brightly in the dark, brighter than the Sun itself, guiding her in
her lost state toward him, to be finally found. The bonds they had was something unbreakable, he had given her
peace and the certainty of belonging somewhere. He didn't judge her , in fact, he understood her. Not one did in
her entire life, they didn't respect her and what she wanted, decisions were made for her instead of making them
herself. From those all those years of dreaming and wishing, she had him all to herself, her own safe refuge. He
was hers and she was his, nothing else matters anymore.
Everything was written beautifully, it was as if her two worlds had actually knitted the seams together
and became one. Lost in her fantasy of freedom, she was unaware of the lurking eyes and whispers behind her.
She was riding on the back of a horse and they were bouncing along the dirt path, he had promised her
to show the famous Wall. The Sun begun to set, the sky, a brilliant mixture of crimson, gold, shades of orange
and yellow. The wind picked up speed when they reached it and she took a sharp intake breath. The wall
snaking along the hills, connecting them with blocks of stacked stones. In this height, she could see the golden
topped hills spread out before her, cut through with gray lines which vanished behind midst of clouds. Up closer,
the wall towered above her, she had to tipped her head back and lost herself in the current of admiration.
Suddenly, something exploded before her eyes, a blinding light and she was flying backward when a sharp pain
entered her stomach. A conch horn sounded and orange spots lit up one by one before obscurity swallowed her
vision.
Soft clicking sound broke her reminiscent, when she glanced up, he was unlocking the cell's door
hastily while looking back over his shoulder repeatedly. He stormed in, unsheathe a wicked double edged
sword and she braced herself for the inevitable. The sound of metal against metal rang in her ears. Speechless,
she was hauled to her feet and was driven into the maze of dungeons.
He had traded his common clothes for a bronze body armor with his long hair tied in a ponytail, as he
took her by the arm and guided her toward the exit through series of staircases while filling in her with the idea
of an ambush that sent her to the prison, he swore he wasn't responsible for it and with that she believed him.
They reached the double doors and pushed it open, as soon as she stepped outside she was greeted by the wind.
His familiarity with everything was through the profession he had taken there as a guard, they had taken a few
steps when a swarm of guards blocked their path. Viciously, he swung his sword while screaming at her to run
and she did.
She ran but days of hunger and thirst had slowed her down, when she glanced back she saw him
crumpled on the grass, with a pool of blood, silently flowing down the slope. She felt tears stung her eyes and
her heart as if a piece of thin glass now shattering to million pieces, it was as if she was a puppet and her strings
were cut off, useless and hopeless. It was as if she was trapped in an empty vacuum and her only light has just
died . There her soul was ripped apart and died along with him but she didn't stop.
Hands clawing, desperation growing, feet crunching the dense grassy hillside. Deep inside, the truth
was already revealed, knowing that fleeing was hopeless, the speck of sparks were nearing as the measured pace
was slowing with every breath exhaled. The moon shone bright as ever, marking the grass with illumination,
making the journey uphill less treacherous. Shadows were slipping in and out of the trees. Supposedly, hiding in
them was the best option but it was the constant barking that reminded of the scent, exposed in the air like a trail
of heavy perfume. Something blindingly shiny whistled past and landed a few feet ahead. Ignoring the mocking